Dreamink
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In some century long gone
A quill I had dipped
In the ink pot of dreams
And written you the scroll.
As the ink traces out my letters
I refill the pen you gave me yesterday
with hope and dreams
You taught me to believe in.
In some century to come
Paper and pen I’ll abandon
And swim into your eyes and heart
To stay in those woods pristine.
So it will be life after life
Vineetha Mekkoth
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An exquisite love story that transcends the inexorable passage of time.A poem composed with subtlety and endearing simplicity.
Thank you, Vijay Nair sir. Feel honoured by your words.