It Reminds Me Of You

When the sky shines and birds sing,
it reminds me of you.
I wish, I could be with you,
But my undue loneliness makes a hurdle.

When the flowers bloom and butterflies fly,
it reminds me of you.
I wish, I could smile with you,
But your real absence makes a hurdle.

When the rain comes and drops wet the land,
it reminds me of you.
I wish, I could feel you,
But your unsensed touch makes a hurdle.

When the wind blows and fragrance disperse,
It reminds me of you.
I wish, I could lean it,
But that incense of sweetness makes a hurdle.

Love is unspeakable with unsaid words,
It leads to the height of urge,
I pray, I could be with her.
But her blank expression makes a hurdle.

by Anish Chouhan

Comments (2)

Lovely poem about the those chubby cute babies occupying the little beds. The narrative enthralls the reader- Humming the quaintest lullaby That ever rocked a child.
.............flows beautifully with exquisite imagery ★