Wednesday, 29 March 2017

The Gift

The door bell rang,
Energetically I jump to
Unlock the door for the courier man,
He delivered me the consigned packet,
With a thumping heart,
I unwrap the wrapped,
Found familiar ink,
Written for me,
Through the sketch of red,
The bundle of words,
Gladden me ,moistening me,
I wipe my tears of delight,
My white hanky now smells dainty,
The aroma coming from the alphabets,
Doused my senses to indulge in fantasy,
I clasped it in my hand ,
To cherish myself,
With the golden words
Of a familiar hand.

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