A Letter

Hello Ka, do you still write poems these days at the drop of a hat? Stopping by at mysterious nooks at odd hours waiting all-eyes-and-ears for its birth with a notepad and a pencil, sharp as a quill, resting between your finger and thumb?

I know, when it happens, you don’t have to change a single word as the poem appears from the deeps, unhindered, like a leaf on twig.

You see, the pandemic has robbed me of my will to live, let alone write. I sit everyday though, like an angler looking for any slightest movement in the lines!

First published in f3

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