It has a long been
We forgotten to write each other
Forgotten the way to Post Office
At times, I read the old letters
You wrote me
In those days, when we had pens,
We had writing pads with decor
Reading old letters feels wonderful
A happy time with pearls in our eyes
It has a long been
I've waiting for new letters
Have our pens forgotten the names of
Those color pads?
Or the pads of the pens?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart melting poem on letter writting..... amazing........