It came serpently
And laid in my
There was no name
Nothing to find from where it came
A crimson envelope
Hides a crimson mail.
The letters on it
Are bold and bare-bones
'if you cross the line
You'll be no more'.
The outraging lines are distinct
A threat to my existence
Stuffed in a mail
I rose to tear it
Into umpteen pieces
In a laze noon
But I didn't
I hadn't crossed
Any limit that could……
I've sailed only
To unnavigable oceans
I've crossed all the limits
Of desire and pathos.
The crimson mail
Is still in my shelf
Like a knife
Could slit my throat open
I dare to open it
I could not part with it.
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Comments about this poem (Crimson mail by amitav mazumdar )
- Simple toys, hasmukh amathalal
- Acquaintance across the gender, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Begining of my love, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- What is all truth, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- Let all people, hasmukh amathalal
- To be successful…, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- This parts all without you, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- Teen love, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- Nothing more than pain, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- Uninvited sorrow, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
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