they say poetry is a letter lost in the alleys of love and I say poetry is the language of love that Meera sings to Shyam, poetry is the last straw of hope Siya holds onto to find her Ram and poetry is the last leaf holding onto the tree in the hope of spring. they say poetry is a lie wrapped in the intricate layers that a poet has written in the name of his lover and I say poetry is all the love poet can offer after the screams
