LETTERBOX

For it has been 253 days now,

My letterbox lies empty

I still am being optimistic

When butterflies would run across my stomach

When would I get remembered certainly?

The postman comes once in a while

ringing his cycle’s bell

“Finally I am remembered, now ends my wait!”

I rush and dash right away

Dispersing the floral curtains in much abruptness

Finally, I peep out and scooch low

the money plant hanging to and fro

With a pumping heart and eyes which glow

Childish excitements which my heart follows

A letter in the letterbox?

The postman looks up and parts a fading smile

A quick nod of accustomed dismay

Pretty familiar with my expressions he is by now

Of a fake smile

And torn hidden dejection

My heart sinks with a perpetual rejection

No letter in my letterbox!!

Lonely days and nights

Of changing seasons

And changing months

The April flowers which bloomed

And fell over its top

Making it wear a flowery hat

Has now withered away

The monsoon rain of July

Has faded away most of its red

And laved away the pink flowers of April and May

From 53 to 153 to 253…

It is past 253 days now

But my letterbox still lies empty

Enveloped with webs and layers of dust though

My letterbox is void of real envelops for sure

But I am still an optimistic hopeless romantic you see,

Yet waiting to be remembered soon and certainly!