Sighs and tears of man I witness, <br />The annals of life I too share. <br />Voices of humanity I do clearly hear <br />To distant dales I always carry a dream. <br /> <br />Whispering tales of love I can narrate, <br />Whimpering tales of life I can describe. <br />Between the worlds of darkness and light, <br />I have read enough of life and script. <br /> <br />Near a temple in a solemn field, <br />I am perching in the native haunts. <br />Under the sprawling shades, in gentle winds, <br />I have seen seasons and beyond. <br /> <br />Umpteen hands have poured in their treasure, <br />To umpteen generations I was their heart and throb. <br />But, in the forging winds of e-mails <br />Footsteps continuously recede, <br />Only singular taps and voices remain.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autobiography-of-a-letter-box/
