Saturday, 22 June 2013

Morning Mist

The feeling of your touch
Still remains fresh 
Though it was short lived,
Like the December morning mist
That disappeared quickly
As the sun rose in the horizon

The tenderness of your touch
is like an early morning fog.
I  still feel  it in my dream

that helping me live till  date 

and I find no words to  express.

My dear girl, you are gone

But you linger in me
with your last parting smile

giving the freshness in me
like the early morning mist
that I look forward every day