Twenty Seventh Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

An evening,
Most awaited!
Finally arrived.
An evening,
She always waits,
And always wants to wait,
Every month.

An evening,
That ignites her heart,
With excitement and amusement.
An evening,
Which makes her forget everything,
Especially the past beyond.

How could she Express,
How can she describe,
The happiness she gets,
The evening she waits,
Just and just him around.

An evening,
He sits beside her,
Travels with her,
And walks with her.
This evening,
Is unforgettable,
As they hold each other,
Together,

As they walk,
In monsoon wet roads,
Hand in hand,
First time and all the time
She prays to God,
It should not be the last,
Never should be a last.

An evening,
She waits once in a month,
An evening,
She defines forever worth.


Mystery Girl