If we were in love And the government, in all their wisdom, Banned all conversations altogether A vast silence would reign In smoky coffee halls and crowded streets⦠Silent like libraries;
There would be no way Of speaking of forbidden things except For writing them down in letters: Every day I would send Pages detailing out your smile, my love, Your beautiful dark eyes;
But if the jealous bureaucrats Rationed the use of words, limiting spends, I would still write only to you One by one, till all words, Like precious bank balance ran out slowly, Like sunlight in winter;
Even then I would not quite stop. I would send you these blank sheets of paper. Every day, till the last of days: If they took the sheets away My parched lips shall move silently Narrating to the wind;
And my love shall be written in blank sheets. Only the wind and you Will know what they say.