who is always knocking at my gate,
by sending the lovely mails I receive,
which unchecked; I dare not leave.
Your mails are like a beacon of light,
To have them in my inbox is a pleasurable sight.
What is even more pleasing is to read them.
I am so addicted
The contents of the mails are so very pious,
They make my heart feel light and joyous.
The messages are frank, modest and eye-catching,
Which I may not even dare try matching.
though sometimes late or irrelevant they may be,
but they are there & that is the key.
they manifest that you care for me,
and that is all I want to see.
let there be no lapse in this exchange,
or we may render ourselves out of range.
through mails are the only way I can befriend you,
and every time I get to learn something new.
You may not help thinking what a fool I am,
To write such a poor pissed off poem.
So forgive me if you don�t like it;
But reply soon even if you dislike it.
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==PRANAV.
