Every word of my poem is like shaves of wood scraped from heart,
Every emotion infused therein is like drop of blood squeezed from arteries,
So read when I write for you,
Your idea revolves inside brain like wind in cyclone,
Your image is fixed eternally like pupil in eyes,
That’s how I think of you,
You are always beside me like invisible MacDonald’s mascot,
Your voice keep reverberating so I plug ears without music,
Therefore I never left alone,
Every gush of winds is like your scarf sliding over,
Every push back is like you are pulling and holding,
Every itch feels like a peck of kiss,
Every day appears a dream and
Every night a reality.
Meshroy 