Time Yet To Come

Aroma

Hither and thither

Everywhere in the garden of sense

With my closed eyes I can feel

As if flowers with delicate fragrance

Exulting around me with great menace

I can sense you from a distance

With my heart and mind disturbed

My mind is addicted with the aroma

And the aroma,

Is sufficient to make my heart scattered.

It has been long you are distracting me

Not only with the cool fragrance have you possessed

But your appearance as a whole

With the way you walk near

The way you talk with others

Distracts me a lot,

The way you look at me mesmerised

But alas! Neither you ever expressed nor I

The feelings stacked in our heart

Perhaps looking for an outlet to fly

The time is yet to come

When I can stay sure you are mine.