Never did I expect a reply
While writing her the first letter
But later we shared our lives,in letters
She was my friend
The only one I confide in
But still I remained hidden from her
I was afraid ,my wrinkled face and hands
Might shun her away…
And one fine day,
no more of her letters visited me
My mailbox was all dried up…
I panicked, what could have happened ?
Did she know who I was ?
Or was she in any trouble ?
There was no way, I could know
I wrote to her every day of the week
And I waited and waited, but in vain
The week of freedom
Became the only hope, now I had…
Drenched in night’s rain,
There stood the debris of an old dilapidated home
Remains of rodents and my letters,
Greeted me, when I reached her address
With all my nerves I knocked
But, none answered
Mustering up my courage,
I pushed open the old door…
Loud crackling noise, echoed in the room
Standing in the stale room
I smelled the burning skin
I also smelled blood…
Save her!!, my mind raced
Save her !!,
From clutches of the drunken bastard
I stabbed him from the back
For he pushed himself on her
For he who also the one who set me on fire
In a flicker of second my past flashed before my eyes
Father, he was ,to her
Wiping away my sweat
And my tears, I moved out of the place
She was nowhere to be seen
I couldn’t find my friend, my daughter
And I had no time to wait
For I have a sentence to meet
But I hope someday soon
Her letters will fill my mailbox
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