A letter to love
May be I will meet you someday somewhere
You will fail to recognize my smile
I do not have to reply
Cos, I know you will reply to me first
I will be waiting by that broken bench
You know I am peaceful
I don’t talk much
I speak when my pen speaks
You must have read my lips
I am journeying still
Recollecting words…
Words very common to one’s heart
I expect you will read these lines…
From… your dearest…