THE LITTLE KISS

This is a poem in which I had tried to paint the best and unforgettable scene of my life.

I said,"I'll not come again."
Suddenly, I feel a pliant touch
Nothing lost but something gained
which gave relax so much.
She came to my seat
and grabbed my hands
I quievered in pleasure from head to feet
and I saw lovely colours band
Again I said," I'll not come again."
Then she came more proximate and hold my hands more tight
My brain forgotted all its pain
In the day, it became night.
Seeing near the destination,
She came even more nigh
I lost myself in thinking about her intention
and my blood pressure became high.
I was then blessed with bliss,
I was given a little, undeserving, loveworthy kiss.
- Prateek Kumar Rai