Anil
Kumar
Panda
YOU TELL ME
You tell me
What should I do
When fragrance of
Rose from your hair
Wakes me up from
Slumber of old age
And draws me to
The garden of youth
You tell me
What should I do
When you arrest silence
Of night in your bun
And pleasure of
Touching your lips
In your half smile
Turning my gloaming
Into excited morn
You tell me
What should I do
To take time back
To desert of north
And seek your hand
In the grandeur of
A palace of your heart
To be with you all
The time, in this half life
You have to tell me
Anil Kumar Panda
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