From Your Soldier

“Dear maya”, he wrote, in his bunker somewhere remote His mind wandered to her joyous smile, seperated as they were, by many a mile, He penned what came to him instinctively, in a scrawly handwriting,”I miss you lovely” He wrote about everything but not for long,he wanted to tell her he missed her singing their song. He wrote about how his home did he miss,his bike, his school and his mother’s kiss His brother’s dare, his sister’s care, his eyes glittered as he put it all down,his dimpled cheeks twisted into a deep sad frown, He wrote about how, of her everything reminded him, his eyes hesitantly filled to the brim, The distance for a while didn’t his heart tear, oh what he’d give up to at her stare, Her hand on his heart, never would he want to part; But close by there was a deafening sound,he knew had to leave, he was duty bound, He ended his letter;promised to see her soon, in this world of internet, to him letters were still the only boon.