Postman.

I have reached letters from mountains to plains,

As postman for reaching information I had to take pains,

I had travelled in bicycle in the troubled roads of the East,

With punctured tyres, I never failed to over the recipient list.

I had worked in West Bengal’s remote region,

In delivery of information I worked like Pigeon,

I carried the death news of children to their parents,

I carried the promotion letters of children for their parents.

My service sometimes made them happy, other times made them cry,

I mentioned that next time I will bring better news, I will try,

I carried money and property in my unsafe bag,

I never allowed the valuables to turn into rag.

But in spite of carrying other’s informations, I could not express my mind,

For days I could not meet my wife and child and know their state of mind,

But beyond my food, and shelter I felt happy to bring smile,

I could witness the charm of people getting excited after knowing the whereabouts of near and dear ones even for a while.