57. ||PEN||

I have been having

Much more recurrent dreams of you

And your honeyed words

Lately, Krishna.

In them you're not a God

Just a charmer

Who whispers sweet nothings

In my ears

And I blush like a lovelorn teenager.

The same dream

Over and over again

Each night

Each day

You must be missing me too.

You must have read my poetry.

Oh, how they say

The pen is mightier than the sword.