Out of all the sunrises
I like the one near my home
the one that you can see through the branches
especially when I am with her

As you sit on a bench outside the tent.
both naked, wrapped in a blanket
there is a hot pot of coffee and one cup.
we slowly sip one by one

as we drink coffee cuddling one another
we feel like kissing
when you feel you should
life next moment is not guaranteed

The sun slowly rises
and we sit there
coffee after coffee
kiss after kiss

And then we dress up
The world is also awake
Out of all the sunrises
I like the one near my home
the one that you can see through the branches
especially when you are with her

-Vinod-

Categories: Poetry

Tags: National Poetry Month, Poetry