When I meet with you…
The wind blows in the same way…
And I inhale the aroma of love…
When I sit with you…
I fly like a little bird…
When I hear your words…
I collect the gems in the deep ocean…
When I go to bed…
Your thought distracts me…
I miss you again…
Like the moth that goes to the fire…
I will go closer to you
Knowing that your love will burn me…
But I will love you…
Till the sun is tired…
I wish I am important for you…
~ Monalisa Parida
India