An Unsent Letter - Poem by Khairul Ahsan
To my love I could not send
The letter which I wrote
To tell her how I wished
To touch her slender neck.
How passionately I longed
To brush the back of my palm
Along her neck and throat and
Rest her chin on my finger tips.
I wished to draw a small moon
At her mid-forehead and see
How it outshone the larger moon
In the autumn sky outside.
I wished to see how her cheeks
Would turn crimson from pink
At the touch of my parched lips
That would shut her eye lids.
I wrote her how I wished to see
Her shy looks at me, and that
My ears would wait till eternity
To hear her say 'I love you'.
29 March 2015
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