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i wrote a 5-page love letter


the day i met him
the world changed its shape
i ran pillar to pillar to impress him
my heart knew no escape

i was 20-something jane
he was a greek god
the chances of him falling for me
were pretty slim and odd

i was always good with words
so i took my favorite tools
i wrote a 5-page love letter
love oozed from every molecule

i started by writing - my love
struck it out twice
it was not ladylike to be that direct
was my friend's advice

then i started with his name
a preface on where we met
two paragraphs of what i liked about him
and 3 lines on how tough he was to get

2 pages on love and soulmates
and how i was both
i was different, i was a lily
not the over-hyped rose

a page thereafter
layered it with age, commitment, and grace
a life-long promise to stand by him
in good, better and worst days

on the last page i extended him my friendship
that was my another strong suit
it never withers away
it's like a tree with deep roots

i signed off with little hope
and with a great worry
crossed my fingers
he better hurry

his response came
by day's end -
more than a lady love
he was looking for a friend

on a 280-page book
we met on page 5
said 'i dos' on page 90
and since i'm his wife

p. s. never underestimate the power of letters and friendship

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Comments

  1. You are indeed too good with your tools - words. Frankly, I don't understand poetry. But always a pleasure to read your verse.

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    1. Coming from you, it's a huge compliment. Thanks, Alka.

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  2. I so loved this love story Saru especially the usage of numbers. I always learn something Darling whenever I am here.

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  3. Bahut sahi,aapne humare dino ki yaad dila di jab Mobile aut ph itne hotey nahi thy 😊
    Thank for sharing

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    1. Those were good days. There was a better connection without these gadgets.

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  4. That's a superb poem Saru and love knows no logic. It's what makes it love and friendship. What pen you have! When is the book of poetry coming?

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    1. Hopefully, one day. And thank you for reading it, Vishal.

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  5. A beautiful story narrated through a beautiful poem!

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  6. Such a sweet, beautiful poem. Couldn't stop smiling :)

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  7. Normally, I don't read poetry...I was thinking that I am not good at following poetry! Once I started reading your words, I knew that even I can love poetry!

    Love all your words, Saru! Thanks for helping me knowing my other side!

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    1. This makes my day, Sandhya. Thank you so very much. Hope you'll write poetry too.

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