Waiting for the beloved letter,
In front of office of post master
Every morning, come noon or rain,
Till evening when the letter never came
Waiting for the beloved lover
From the age he started to dream
Longing for lover not knowing name
Waiting for the lover who never came
Waiting in life for a better time
From golden youthful days to prime
Till the age passing out of rhyme
But still the better time never came
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