A plethora of words
Disappeared forever
Carrying with them the
First proposal of unsaid love
Like a shooting star,
That fell from sky and
Got lost in the oblivion
A chaste desire that
Bloomed like a lotus
Of million petals, sunk
In the placid pool of dilemma
Unable to endure the
Strange ambience of
The unusual starry-eyed season
Every word got messed up
Into a formless smear
Of mushy blue, in the
Tight grip of my sweaty palm
Like the asters of my yard
Decoloring in grasp
Of the grueling sun and dew
An unseen heaviness stifled
My throat and crushed my dreams
Leaving me dumb and helpless
When in my tight hold,
I secretly crumpled
My first love letter to its silent death.
Lucky! You cannot do the same to an sms today.Keep it or delet it.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think almost all first love letters had a premature death...forget the letter...what matters most is the love that's groomed and that lasted long...the second stanza simile i liked most...pleasing write...10