Hidden Amaranth

Esteemed Ma’am Lin, Your words leave this humble poet bereft of speech. That you entered the fragrance of that line so deeply is a grace beyond my poor verse. To receive such precious insight from a poetess of your stature is to behold a crown bestowed upon a pauper. Your luminous kindness has ennobled my sonnet beyond its making. 🙏 With a lowly heart beneath thy sovereign grace, Mohit Mitra

Dear Sir Poet, I am almost speechless before the munificence of your reading, Sir. Your words have descended upon this humble verse like a monarch’s benediction upon a lesser bard, discovering in its hidden chambers treasures I scarcely knew I had placed there. You have not merely honoured the poem—you have ennobled its existence by the generosity of your gaze. Verily, Sir, you have made me rich beyond reckoning by rendering such priceless jewels of your blessings upon my poor verses. To receive so sovereign a reading from a poet of your stature is a grace I shall cherish with profoundest gratitude. Thank you, Sir, from the deepest chamber of my poet’s heart. 💕🙏🌹 With a quivering ember of gratitude, Mohit Mitra

Soulful thanks, Alison. 🙏 Your generous reading means more to me than I can easily say. I am deeply touched that you felt the quiet truth beneath the poem—that some forms of love are made purer, not lesser, by remaining beyond the reach of the world’s gaze. Your words have made this little “hidden amaranth” feel all the more worthy of having bloomed. 🌸 Under kinder stars, ✨ Mohit Mitra