A ‘his’ Letter

A his Letter short poem

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People get confused.
Thinking from where to start…
I have none,
I don’t want to start.
If I start, I’d have to end…
End… That is what I don’t want.
No Start, No End!
I don’t say you are my life…
You are also nothing beyond.
“Beyond” is distance.
That is what I don’t want.
No Journey, No Distance!
You are nothing Beyond.
You are close… Very close…
but even this “Closeness” has an end.
I can’t even say that you are in me.
Oh! You guessed it wrong.
I’m not a traitor of your love’s ground.
A traitor crosses boundaries,
again, Boundaries lead to end…
I don’t know how to crystallize
Just confessing.
I need No start, No End,
No life, No Transcendence,
No journey, No Distance…
See? What your love has Made me?
A poet with no rhymes, no metres,
A poet who doesn’t know how to express.
Let this poet of yours tell this much
I’m so sorry it’s out of my clutch.
To explain in words or with a loving touch.
Just three words and the words are as such:
“I Love You” my beloved
I Love You so much…
(Sorry for the length)

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Shabnam Panot

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