Last time around when you had sent
Your letter to my door
Only your sad satiety you did pour...
The season was that of rains...
Thunder and lightning flashing on my window panes...
The trees bent and swayed violent
By the agony you me through your letter sent...
That season stayed for two months wide
The river between us got swelling tides...
The fishermen then didn't dare to out venture
Tornadoes were spotted on radar sensors...
That season had gone
Taking away all the wrongs...
Now that the cuckoo herald
Spring refurbishing all that dulled
With hopes of regeneration green
With dreams of happiness like events foreseen...
Wish to get from you another letter
Filled not with stormy matter...
But with pictures of blue sky dotted
By birds on flight in peculiar formation spotted...
'V' shaped flock of avian wonder
You coming smiling on my view finder...
Wish as soon as this scribble mine
Reach you by this morning fine...
You would surely take up your ink pot
And dip yourself to create colorful dots...
On you, and on your letter newest
And send that to me at the earliest!
Waiting with bated breath
Letter from you that would me take...
A letter to negate the earlier post
A letter refurbishing Paradise Lost !
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