Post office

Winter morning,

Minus cold outside; i started a journey to nowhere.

Took all the letters of my friend who never came back home.

Walking on the road, i saw a dead animal on the road side.

Died due to hunger

It's chaotic everywhere.

Reached at four way crossing, and saw 

Three four auto drivers and one car driver fighting.

It's slippery road and they met with an accident

It's hard to see angry faces.

Slowly slowly walking towards the destination

Steam coming out of my mouth,

Bag on my left shoulder

Pheran till my knees.

It's very hard to carry such load

Memories and countless words

Which never reached to the one 

Who waited long to read and know about it.

I entered into an old building.

Last, when did it open 

Hardly anybody knows!

Red mail box without a lock and hundreds of letters scattered around it.

Old dusty machines

Millions of stamps 

Thousands of postcards

And no one to write to their loved ones.

Saddened in pain and agony

I came out of the building

Looking at the board hovering on it's second story; writes

The post office is closed for indefinite period.

They betrayed us...