Post Box – Two Worlds

Post Box – Two Worlds

In India it waits, lonely and shy,
Once filled with voices, now days pass by.
Hands once dropped secrets with gentle pride,
Now phones and screens the hearts confide.

Emails flash quickly, a message flies,
No scent of ink, no tear that dries.
The box remembers the eager crowd,
But silence wraps it, heavy and loud.

By Canada’s lake a red box stands,
Still greeting walkers with open hands.
Letters still travel, stamped with care,
Love in paper still lingers there.

Two worlds apart, the story flows,
One box forgotten, the other still glows.

GR kaviyoor 
17 08 2025
(Canada, Toronto)


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