LOVE Poem: To Aadila and Her Lover, by Ananthan K P

A letter contains a secret.
A precious little secret the connoisseur decodes from a letter.
A precious little secret the river has engraved on the silt and fleeting sand.
For the connoisseur to find out if he would ever.
Who else will find it out if not he,
who else would remember and cherish it in memory,
who else would have thus kept it like a treasure?
His precious little treasure unfolds he.
Her precious little secret so carefully the river had left in a letter
for the connoisseur to know if he ever would.

In a letter washed into his memory in due time
The river communicates her secret to the connoisseur.
The river answers to him her life’s question.
Her life’s question she answers to him.

Knowledge dawns in the connoisseur with a letter,
With a secret contained in a letter,
The river brings him to light
from his dull, decrepit darkness.

To the all-pervading light of love
An open window the Connoisseur is
And so is she, his river.

Yours Faithfully,
Most faithfully, most sincerely,
All her love she pours into a letter,
the river does.

In a precious little letter that she left
for the connoisseur to keep like a treasure,
The river inscribes her lover’s name.

[Aadila, the name in Arabic literally means honesty, sincerity, and fairness.]