THE LAST LETTER

 I am silent,

Not that I do not wish to chat,

Not that I have nothing to say,

Not that I change my way.

I am silent because,

You never understand,

That whatsoever I said,

Or whatsoever I did,

Was guided by my pious intentions,

Was enriched with my selfless affection.

I am sad,

Not because this is my last letter,

Not because I am going away from your sphere,

But because my presence does not benefit you,

But because my life doesn’t serve your purpose.

I am thankful to thee,

For whatsoever you give me,

And I assure you that I will respect,

Those as the precious properties of my life.