Our Divine Love Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

when the face of night
is painted with dark color
from behind the clouds
the moon looks like a flower

when the stars begin to
shed sharp arrows of bright light
and cool wind cascades
down on land from a great height

sitting on the balcony i
remember your smile and pretty face
how i have woven many
dreams with your dark and dense tress

and you smile hiding
behind the moon and drop a cold tear
time was deaf and a villain
melody of our divine love it could not hear