Shalin Jain’s Little Red Couch

I wrote a poem after months, thought would share it.

Letters

I left some
unwritten thoughts
on my desk;

the sun breaks
into my room
every morning
through the window
highlighting those
bunch of thoughts
that won’t sit
on the paper

it feels,
I have already
told you this
many a times

I am longing
to write to you
to tell you that
I love you.