The Letter

I carry your letter with me all the time.

I carry it because I can see,
how sharp pricks it has.
I carry it so that I can feel the frost in it.

Your letter reminds me of the injury
I once had. On a grey day, I had fallen
on the dusty road from the bullock cart.
The wheel had run over my shin.
How I wreathed in pain until
I fell unconscious !

It reminds me of the evening
when I was bitten by a snake.
Papa tied my left leg with a rope,
not to let the poison climb up my body.
How I shivered with a shock!

This letter has winter in it,
and I carry it because I want
to grow immune to the cold.

Once I defeat this letter,
I will have no winter and no cold.

Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2009-01-31 at 21:19

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
One can never totally discard the past; for to do so they are in danger of missing the lesson. May the immunity be swift for all of us... I love the way you have written about this. Thank You.