When you wrote to me
On that day
I was preparing
To jump down from that valley
I loved to vanish from
This frozen darkness
I was in search for
A hangable tree
I was melting minute by minute
Like a candle in the wind....
But you wrote to me
You called me loudly
You wrote to me...
Wrote to me
And said so many...
How can one explain
The experience of
Return from
An expected death?
You pulled my
Rainbow from the
Dark sky
And pasted it in a
Real pleasant sky....
All of your letters were
created with your beautiful face..
laughter...
and what not!!!!!!!!!
Your letter is
Your own living picture.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-08-28 at 05:45
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On that day
THE FIRST LOVE LETTER
I was preparing
To jump down from that valley
I loved to vanish from
This frozen darkness
I was in search for
A hangable tree
I was melting minute by minute
Like a candle in the wind....
But you wrote to me
You called me loudly
You wrote to me...
Wrote to me
And said so many...
How can one explain
The experience of
Return from
An expected death?
You pulled my
Rainbow from the
Dark sky
And pasted it in a
Real pleasant sky....
All of your letters were
created with your beautiful face..
laughter...
and what not!!!!!!!!!
Your letter is
Your own living picture.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
Read 1370 times
Written on 2008-08-28 at 05:45
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