I believeThat my night would be spent searching for the words of your odes.Till you get the letter,New widowers will be in their half-sleep preparing their breakfast,New priests must be having trouble singing the hymns.And you’ll be waiting for coffee while reading The TimesOr if pigeons are lateThen you must be reading Science.My letter would probably be like a page from Richardson’s epistolary novel in whichI would have praised you as the Champagne of Women, butYou will meet me to look into my eyes.I’ll be waiting for you in a café sitting along Prufrock.We’ll talk formally for a while butI believeThat our next conversation will depend on how I look.You’ll be gone forever while I read Frida Kahlo:“You deserve a lover whoTakes away the liesAnd brings youHope, Coffee, and Poetry.”
~Satyam Anand
Ranchi, India
Note: Poet has published a poetry collection titled ‘Life, Tears & Literature’