Forty years ago
there was no mobile, no FB
even land line phone was luxury
letter was the only medium of communication
for common people.
A city boy loved a village girl
started writing letters
to his girlfriend
but the postman of her village
was a wicked fellow
he used to read it and tear it up
she kept on waiting for letters
like a swallow.
Someone reported it to the girl
and she wrote a strong warning letter
to the postman
put her own address
And posted it from different place
as usual, the postman opened it
and read it
became afraid
and stopped reading her love letters.
after few days
the girl got her boyfriend's letter
with a smile of postman
and it continued.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finely crafted prosaic styled work...Enjoyed...Happy New Year ~FjR~