Now the love letters are scarce to be found,
But here was a time
When the lovers used to write stealthily
To be dropped and picked anonymously.
Now on the phone it all happens,
Proposed, accepted or rejected directly.
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A beautiful nostalgic poem describing history of love letters. Thank you Sir for this lovely sharing. Subhas