Poems by
Anusmita Mohapatra


a poem by Anusmita Mohapatra

You got many dreams
Which are still on hold
Searching in this crowd
Another perfect soul

You have got yours, maybe
But surely I have got mine
Just the thought of whom
Make my dark eyes, shine

I feel so lucky, so so blessed
There for me no matter what
Holds me when I trip ‘nd fall
Problems run away by a call

No one else, who
My eyes shall behold
I ll forever be yours
’cause my man is gold