Whenever he enters….

Excerpt: Whenever he enters, the weather wears a romantic attire.Whenever he enters, every moment becomes special.Whenever he enters, the Earth shines in green lush. (Reads: 68)

 

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Love Poem – Whenever he enters….
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Whenever he enters…

Who is he?

Who boggles my heart and mind,

As,

Whenever he enters, I wish to remain in his embrace.

Whenever he enters, my doomed mood becomes good.

Whenever he enters, my heart and soul sing out of joy.

Whenever he enters, the breeze around becomes playful.

Whenever he enters, the ceiling  showers scented flowers.

Whenever he enters, I feel out of the world.

Whenever he enters, he is the centre of my attraction.

Whenever he enters, I forget that I am breathing.

Whenever he enters, I envy the people he meets.

Whenever he enters, every fragment of my body vibes.

Whenever he enters, the sky gets filled with the colours of love.

Whenever he enters, the weather wears a romantic attire.

Whenever he enters, every moment becomes special.

Whenever he enters, the Earth shines in green lush.

Whenever he enters, the smile smiles on every face.

Whenever he enters, the sorrow runs miles away.

Whenever he enters, the darkness fade away.

Whenever he enters, the hope shines on the faces.

Whenever he enters, the difficulties melt away.

Whenever he enters, the weather becomes pleasant.

Whenever he enters, I get into a love trance.

Whenever he enters, the birds sing the sweetest tunes.

Whenever he enters, gaiety fills into the environment.

Whenever he enters, I forget everything except his presence.

Whenever he enters, I bloom like a flower.

Whenever he enters, It seems heaven’s fallen on Earth.

Whenever he enters, my worries fly miles together.

Whenever he enters, every moment takes me off with him.

I know not who he is,

but he his magnetic personality,  attracts me towards him.

The spark in his eyes,

promise me something…

His every entry into my world,

invokes thousands of dreams  in my mind,

which ultimately,

takes a shape of a poem of this kind…

***

–(Jayanti Sharan Sakri)

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