Adorn Your Lane Miss Stranger Poem by Abinesh Anbazhagan

Soundless a wave through a distance, her voice as a text
Can see you in my dream never listening to me
I loved that smile you defended with
Trusted to drop your name and forth

Who would get disappointed if there's her presence
I felt a comfy chesterfield with a steam coffee
To add more, you were a novel to read across ages

Relying me to know your future,
I promised,
travel to see front, the lane looks pretty with flowers
Smell it entire to reach your throne
I wish you because
I can see it through you