Mailbox Today Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Every house
Down the street
Has a mailbox
Each so unique.

Mailman opens
Delivers mail
Receiver picks
At a later time.

In my daily walk
I seem to note
Every mailbox
Looking sad.

Letters no more
Are frequent
And delivery's
Now curtailed.

Electronic age
Has ushered in
Mail's email
In the desktop.

Writing letter
A forgotten art
Only used for
Business act.

Letters written
Recorded memories
Always remained
For generations.

Will those days
Ever come back?
Will the mailbox
Smile again?