Premalekhalu: Love notes to the self
Journal, Poetry, Random Notes to the self. And ofcourse, Love Letters
Thursday, 23 June 2016
Nameless
Countless
artists have etched your smile on sandstone, in pigments, in woven silks, in momentous pauses of melody
Poet-saints have described your love
For the down-trodden, the weather-beaten, the sinner, the questioner
I seek you in a touch, a smile, in the forgotten hesitation of being held
In your name, I worship the nameless
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