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.
19-07-03
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