In the palaces where curtains made from pearls <br />Shone with light white like milk <br />Humbled sun read the lines <br />Written by the depths of the dark <br />Night less night rusted away <br />Into the fume less fire <br />The wind hid in the petals <br />In the temple of love <br />With ashes of the evenings <br />And silence of ages <br />On the stones carved <br />With chisels and hammer <br />With songs and tunes <br />The grand procession with <br />Thousand elephants <br />A hundred trumpets <br />And ten conchs blew in the air <br />And when the princess on her knees <br />Hair open flying west <br />Frantically dug with her nails <br />On the earth wet with her tears <br />She found in silver wrapped <br />Letters, letters by the beloved <br />Addressed <br />Letters to the unknown<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letters-to-the-unknown-3/
