The Letter Box

You letter box, standing alone
Children crushed you
No place for old decayed one

Oh my letter box
Surrendered in the war;
Lyes like a land after a war

You like the once with two legs
Soul a fallow land.
Body- woods without trees.

The hot red blood
Flows from your heart
Not blood
Tears of sorrow


                            Sreelakshmi. B
                            L. S. N. G. H. S. S   Ottapalam

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