“Your letters”

The last time I counted
They were nearing forty and going strong
One for each year of my life
And a half for the rest of me.

You wrote them on tissues, on government
Stationaries and letter pads,
And you wrote them on 15 paisa papers too,
Until the e-mail come along.

Death come calling
Through electronic mails and I
Live with my children tending
And pretending that there will be more.

Your letters, hard and strong.


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