First Love Letter

I find a piece of paper in dilapidated box In the corner of a room of our ancestral house It is yellow and has developed several creases And wrinkles from its folds and perhaps for its Old age it lost its lustre and appears too pale. I open it with care and thought it might be An important document of my grandfather Telling us secrets about his hidden treasure Sand in my sugar, I quickly change my hope After reading the salutation and the first line I go back fondly and forced to remember Her name, her face and our meeting place Where she used to give me her love letters It was my first and so I kept it with much care As one keeps his or her valuable treasure.; Now I keep it in my pocket to read it alone When I am on bank of a river and in solitude To recall her tender love in my cuddle memories