About a behaviour of mine, am out to get fox
as whenever I tend to open my personal inbox
I still feel to go through some of your old mail
though from a long time, contact we’ve curtail(ed).
Those days, you were more than an internet friend
and I used to wait for what all you used to send.
Though we used to be separated by many a mile
a read of those just used to make let out a smile.
Even though till then, I had never got to see your face
it was your mails used to console me through that phase.
Even now it gives me so much of nostalgia and pleasure
that then and now, a yardstick I wouldn’t get to measure.
The reality now, is that, to me, you are nowhere
and a tradition stopped which was in itself so rare.
All that I do now is to, about you, sit back and think
and works and not mails is what I can feel to ink.
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