You Don'T Read My Mail Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
You Don'T Read My Mail
The day I knew you don’t read my mail
I stopped sending them
The wind ceased blowing on my sail,
There was no fun playing the game!
I wrote it all for you
With you and only you in view
I filled them with all I had,
But I failed, it was too bad!
I thought all you would treasure
With understanding and a little pleasure
And indulgently you would wait
If ever my mails were late!
See how I lost the one-sided game
My mails, you never opened them
It made me sad, a little pained,
the world seemed dry, my eyes rained!
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4/25/2024 9:01:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Look at this way, Pradip: this person who did not read your mails even though you had poured in your very best probably wasn't worthy of you, just did not deserve you and just wasn't capable of understanding the true worth of things.