Waiting Only For a Letter

Seventeen years ago I wrote a letter to you For the last time. I thought I would never write After I had met you For the last time. You were so worried about me. I met you and said to you, "We've to depart our birth place forever." But you could not rely on me. I left my village alone forever As I had nothing to do. One year passed With the sweet moments Which we spent for fifteen years. Like a banished person I wandered here and there And made out the meaning of life. I went far away from you But I could not wipe out you From my mind, from my heart. Perhaps you too were not well like me. So I took a pen and a piece of paper To write to you for the last time. I failed to write how I was really. I wrote, "I am so happy here. Forget me and be happy forever." Perhaps you received my letter And had tried to find me for years Only to know how I was. So many years passed; the age changed. Perhaps you posted so many letters But those returned to you one by one. Perhaps you got so tired Of writing to me again and again And at last stopped writing. Eighteen years passed Since I met you for the last time. Yet my heart waits for your letter every time. By Dipankar Sadhukhan Kolkata, India. Copyrights@February27,2016(10:40pm).