and the teen aged girl,
beautiful and naughty,
turned in an old lady.
Her beauty was lost,
still there was a grace on her face.
Her naughtiness was stolen by her grandchildren.
While she was playing with them,
the postman came and delivered a letter to her,
an envelope from the post office,
with a covering letter,
regretting they took sixty years,
to locate the addressee,
whose address was not correctly written on it.
It had another envelope inside it,
and in that was a pink paper,
someone has replied her,
‘I love you, too.’
Two drops of tears fell down on it
and smell of tears merged
with the fragrance of pink paper.
Yes, it was lost in transit,
but,
its aroma was not lost!