Letters (In English) Poem by R. A. Chaudhary

Letters decay in my pocket,
Without posted for love mate,
Aching starts in my heart,
When I remember your part.

Every morning, every evening,
Steps start walking to you,
Enemy of love, this society,
Angrily peeps on me, so.

Unknowingly stops my all steps,
On middle of that walking road.
All my imagination get smashed,
Where I was, actually stand.

So, that,
How much I do miss you,
How do I let you know?
How much I do love you,
How do I make you show?