Sweet Words From You Poem by Rutvi Padhy

It was the last letter on a winter cold,

It was the last paper with that sweet floral scent,

It was the last time I ever read one of those,

And on your last day, I was the last memory you chose...



Clueless, I remember, I had opened its neat folds,

Excited I was, always, every time you wrote,

But little did I know that you'll never write again,

Little did I know of your hidden pain...



Those were just a few letters that bonded us well,

A few letters we exchanged everyday,

And before the soft rays would land on my bed,

I always knew there would be a letter waiting at my gate...



But those were petty letters, sweet words from you,

They spoke of cheers, bliss and meadows green,

Little did I know of that cliff at the edge,

Little did I know of all your silent screams...



But that lonely winter, your words said it all,

Of all those thorns beyond your walls,

If only I had known, I could have at least tried,

But why now when it's all over and why to me did you write?



And so I wondered, pondered upon your letters for months,

And one fine morning, I got my answers all sung,

You wrote letters to a stranger, an unbiased girl,

And thus to me, you chose to confess your flaws...



And so, well...

Well...



Now I know that I was but a stranger...