Call her A love letter from the past , That none could read . From beauty in her heart To chaos in her mind. That revolves her thought to find The ultimate espace to happiness. She couldn't let her poetry die, Coz that enabled her to fly. In the heaven that she never stepped on. The clouds and rain , Would never refrain . She could Express herself , To the universe and the cosmos. Her love was simple , in the language of stars Like the bees on the flowers. Sometimes a bit fussy in situation that were dizzy. With no lust , and no confusion She was a soul with rousing fusion Even her tears had poetry, And her smiling face a glory . All she had were her stories to tell. Where she could broke all her shell. She was a love letter from the past That none could read So pure , so true, This is my secret revealed to you , She was a love letter from the past That none could read. ©Shrishti Dwivedi a love letter from the past #zindagikerang
