Where is my present

I wake up owing some fragrance, 

Seeing coffee on the table, books on shelf feeling reverence. 

Last night we had some bash(party) , 

I remembered well I paid in cash. 

But everything was in their place, 

Again I was dreaming! what's the case? 

I am in hurry and haven't time to grieve, 

Oh! I forget I have to leave, 

Tomorrow is Christmas eve!

When I meet her, will tell her

how blissful I am, 

I will remind her about our remissful talks, 

Then we will share moments of the late night walk. 

I will tell her that she is smelling like a scent 

And will ask her where is my present. 

If she forgets to bring, 

I will deny to talk her. 

But then I know she will shout and say surprise, 

I will feel Joy and will friendly chastise. 

She asks how come you so sure about your present, 

How will i say that she is my present. 

©inkit_poetry 

- 03:20 pm