The Black Letters of Your Letters
The word that you uttered
By me is heard,
By feelings on face gets unfurled—
An expression so mute
Not easy to impute…
Know not what makes it so endearing,
Is it the promise of coming spring?
…. …..
The black letters
Of your letters
Come to me with no such mask,
They tell me things but not so ask,
Come, all nude with nothing to hide,
Staying put for long to reside,
And then truth’s what I get to read,
A whisper, nor a whine indeed,
Every word read gets registered
In me, be it a promising warm spring
Or an autumn’s plundering long inning!
Yet, I’d any day your face,
In black letters where’s that grace?
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Musings |12.12.2021| Free verse
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