Suno, I found that paper
with your signatur
little yellow with time
but perfect in rhyme

I touched them
To my lips and cheeks
words of love melted
in my flesh and in you, my belief

I spread them all
upon my beating heart
letters that never reached me
now difficult to part...

I hear you call
I hear you cry
longing for my
waited reply

It's cold dark and damp
beyond the forest beneath the swamp
as they pulled you out O my brave!
I was already nearing my grave

Suno...I am on my way
wait till I come and lay
beside you forever and ever
I have got all your letters.

Shweta Dasgupta