Saturday, 29 August 2015

A truant



Not read, you said;
Two days later, too,
Not read, you repeated.
Unbelievable, yet averred.
The tone I understood.
let me be your doormat
For your velvet sole
To brush against. Don’t tread
Me with the boots on.
1.07.99, palkad
[a sentimental letter]


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