He writes-

“I am not a journey

But a long-wide road itself,

Stride across-

Should you wish!

 

I am not a sight

That millions capture

And decor in paintings,

But an artist myself

Chill me-

Should you wish!

 

I am not a taste

But an ingredient

For a delicacy of your taste

Use it-

Should you wish!

 

I am not a music

But an instrument itself

Tune it –

In your melody

Should you wish!

 

I am not a journeyman’s umbrella

But a free-standing tree

Undisturbed by the harsh weather

Take a shelter-

Should you wish!

 

I am not a blood

That serves purpose

Of writing your name

That goes dry

But heart itself

Beats until the last breath

Feel it-

Should you wish!

 

I am not a fragrance

But an incense itself

Who would burn for your sake

Until the end

Watch it-

Should you wish!”

 

She opens the letter

Sitting on a green pasture

And replies him back-

“Accept me,

A long-distance runner,

If I could ever be yours!”

 

~Kuma Raj Subedi

Adelaide, Australia