I often wonder what the city would be like
where you live
how would the morning be
which wakes up touching you
the trembling sound of your lazy breaths
reaches me
The fragrance of fresh tea in the hot breaths
the green smell of new leaves
has become red on touching your lips
and miles away my face has become red
like the red palash flowers
I see that spring has arrived uninvited
the washed breeze of spring
has spread in all four directions
a piece of cloud filled with sunlight
is peeking through your curtains
what would you be doing right now
maybe a book of poetry
is in your hands
look dear poems are falling
like white flowers words are flowing
come let us get wet together
let me become a river and keep flowing inside you
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ๐๐ 
