Words

My words may be
no more than stains
on a blank sheet tonight.

But then someday
when you read them,
my stranger, if you might.

Wipe off a name
with that lone tear
lest someone should see.

I will be a poet
once more that night,
and these words my poetry.

© Arindam Dey

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