Through My Window Poem by Dr Bedadyuti Sahoo

Looking through my window
Saw a face holding a cigar in a chair
Difficult to know her because of so far
I wanted to go my bed for resting an hour

Again I saw her after an hour
She is not in chair but in a car
Peeping through her window
Encoding me for making the poetry hour

Colorful Saree with Long hairs
Holding steering tightly beneath there
As I was bound to be there, and
To dream the world with her

I know not exactly, how can I share?
It is really difficult to make it a perfect square
Please Madam! Cover your Saree on me entire
She can see to us through my window bar


Copyright @Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (Date: 03.04.2024)