Marriane, this morning
The fluttering bys- the chirping crys
This over-alive life
The splashing dyes
I wonder
The piper- sings and swings
The notes he hits
Knows the sync
The bell towers- old and vintage
Knows it shows it
With the same resonance
Once it did
And the post guard
Unboxes the secrets
Opens the heart
Unlocks the doors
Those letters gaurded with fear and filled with blasphemy
The letters on the letters run pale
The ink too sinks
None to fear- as none on the post
But the piper I see
Writes a letter too
On the air
Full of colors
On the proper address
On the timely exactitude
The letters delivered
I too
Heard the poetries painted on rhythms
Meant for me......
___Priyanka Koley