My dearest,
Before the lights of my hope extinguished,
Before I succumb to depression due to
solitude,
Your letter reached me.
My address written on the cover revealed,
That your fingers were trembling while
writing,
Why so?
It has been a while since you left,
But have you ever notice my love for you
decreasing?
I do not distance you from my heart even for
a split moment,
Then why was this fast throbbing of your
heart?
On opening the letter I found some words
erased,
I comprehend you were crying.
Why so?
Do you not trust me or know my vibration?
Do not you know I can tolerate everything but
your tears?
My eyes started raining,
Pondering over the wasted pearls of your
eyes,
The uncontrollable flood of my drops,
Wiped
out the remnant words of your letter,
I neither read nor write anything in it,
Simply I wrapped the ocean in the letter and
posted it for you,
I believe your heart will be able to measure
its warmth.
Lo, Behold! I forget to write your address on
the cover,
But you never mind, stay assured,
The postman will understand the destination
from its pink color,
After all, everyone knows about our love
story,
Moreover, he knows, no one other than me is
such a crazy adorer.
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