Darling Noboneeta,
I know you may not read this
No one reads letters in 2016
In this era of eMail
A handwritten letter is of little value
My words are written with orange tint
Of the last setting sun
Draw curtains on letters
Shall mingle with night's darkness
I can't see your face in the dark
I recollect the evenings together
On the riverside shelling peanuts
Now I read your typed messages
But can't see the tears
Only you send standard emoticons
You never write "Send reply fast"
No dust gathers on your messages
No musty smell as from your letters
I have preserved all your old letters
You said "What's the reason ? meaningless!"
Do you remember I used to write you poems
Those poems have been lost forever
On their way to their burial
Forever yours, Anshuman
It's so sad, Bishu. Brilliant
It's so sad, Bishu. Brilliant and sad. :'(
Dearest Peter
Shawon is the creator of the piece. I just tried to bring it before non-Bengali speaking readers ...... Glad you liked it Peter... MERRY CHRISTMAS
©bishu
Beautiful Writing
You have found a calling in interpreting this work. May you send us more from Shawon. -allets-
All the credit must go to Shawon
I hope he liked it !!!!
©bishu