P.S- I dream you

-Radhe Bam Sunya

Just as we met, just as we met,
Never like before,
The first time was there,
Magic of heaven seemed less enthralling,
The senses stopped sensing,
Only sheen periphery could tell,
Oh! How sheen was the stound.

Wishes appeared desperate,
The ultimate waiting to end,
Just when hold my hand,
My heart begot a sweet love,
Wondered if my soul was alive,
Oh! How sheen was the stound.

Desired the moment to desist
Resist the fragile heart
To shower the rain of the eye,
Tholing the apartness,
Was the tome of life,
Oh! How effusive was the stound.