A letter on a silken vellum
that I once penned for you,
while sitting on my satiny sheet
recalling spells of your rosy hue.
It’s an apparitional presence in my home,
and not a figment of my imagination;
My love for you is etched on this vellum
our journey is a witness of a firm citation.
Scripting once on a sentient sheet
I saw you smiling at my glad tidings;
Your love surfaced on my rind sheath
stretching its hand to feel my being.
The love we both have shared
from a distance of many miles
needs no assurance of any kind,
see it all over wherever goes my mind.
When my honest confessions
and your reciprocals came vis-à-vis,
the storm inside my heart calmed down.
Then came to life a seemingly dead me.
Neither demeanour nor vicinity matters
when purity, piety pours in abundance;
My magical silken vellum has got it all, a pleader of years of our reluctance.
Copyright @ DrNikhat Bano October 29, 2020 All rights reserved
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