New Innings

Blizzard of love letters,

Plethora of love in eyes,

Her image

In the voluminous heart,

Unstoppable smile on lips

And

The craving to meet her,

Ceased the

Door to land of nod.

Night remained insomniac,

Morning azured the hope,

The day progressed

To reach the prescribed

Time of tryst.

Like an open book,

I submitted my heart

Offering

A red rose

And

She blushed with droopy eyes.

The sirimiri from sky blessed me

For new innings

And holding her hand, I roved.