Today sitting under a tree's shade
I am reading your old letters
In every letter you wrote you loved
me, and I smiled reading all this
in one letter you asked
what was the color of my scarf
in another you told me you were
buying a bunch of bangles for me
your last letter is now in my hands
you said you would arrive in 4 days
you didn't come, nor would you come
only the news of your arrival did come
Keerti know you can't make it this time
but know well: my soul is coming
to you, leaving behind the tree's shade
and flying your letters in the winds.
Its Me Keerti
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