Monday, January 6, 2014

Letters and alphabets,

'We don't live,
We write letters all through our life...'
Once she told me,
Walked as we
Through the lanes of our hearts and veins,
Walked as we close and dense,

'We don't live,
We write letters all through...'
She told me
Once, walked as we,
A few kilometres of our poems,

Up ahead,
We had only alphabets.

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