First Letter Of Love Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
First Letter Of Love
The hatchlings in parental nest,
How much the raw wings may flutter,
It'd still take time before they fly.
How harder one may ever try,
Hurtful hurts— of body or mind,
Deep wounds do take long time to heal.
Old habits O with an own will,
Do die hard whatever you do,
Hard doth change happen in time.
And love affairs sour like a lime,
A moment and they tie in tangle,
But need a long time to untangle,
Oh what to write, my mind in wrangle,
My first letter is it of love,
Not sure what to write, what leave lone.
For, not her heart and head alone,
Let me reach her soul's very core,
So, bear with me, it'd take some time.
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Musings | 18.02.2019 |
Oh what to write, my mind in wrangle, My first letter is it of love, Not sure what to write, what leave lone. This confusion comes everytime we sit to write, not only for a beginner, but for even a seasoned writer! Once the initial lag is over, words and thoughts would flow in an unbroken chain, not always, but often. Such moments a poet should arrest and make use of! The dilemma faced by a poet is well expressed here!
Thank you, every reader is at liberty to interpret the poem in own way. But I had more an apprehensive lover in mind than a poet. But it sure fits in well the way you have seen.
A beautiful poem, anything done first time is never forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 5:37:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh what to write, my mind in wrangle, My first letter is it of love, Not sure what to write, what leave lone. This confusion comes everytime we sit to write, not only for a beginner, but for even a seasoned writer! Once the initial lag is over, words and thoughts would flow in an unbroken chain, not always, but often. Such moments a poet should arrest and make use of! The dilemma faced by a poet is well expressed here!
This happens to me as well. There is no knowing if PH has taken it what we wrote. Has it slowed down, or the Internet, or the service provider?