Words engulf him
The way he gulps his scotch
One glass after another.
He grabs his pen
And Writes down his love
Pages after pages.
He Passes a smile at me
At times when he isn't bothered
About how he looks
When his teeth is shown,
When his hair is uncombed
And she passes him by.
He writes a note for her
Without reading
The stories I've to tell.
He asks me, sometimes,
As he drops his note
In her old letterbox.
His thick eyelashes flutter,
A gulp in his throat,
Drops of sweat
On his forehead,
He fumbles as he utters,
"Have you written anything new?"
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