It is yellow and has developed several creases
And wrinkles from its folds and perhaps for its
Old age it lost its lustre and appears too pale.
I open it with care and thought it might be
An important document of my grandfather
Telling us secrets about his hidden treasure
Sand in my sugar, I quickly change my hope
After reading the salutation and the first line
I go back fondly and forced to remember
Her name, her face and our meeting place
Where she used to give me her love letters
It was my first and so I kept it with much care
As one keeps his or her valuable treasure.;
Now I keep it in my pocket to read it alone
When I am on bank of a river and in solitude
To recall her tender love in my cuddle memories