Hundreds of letters,
In white and brown envelopes,
Different handwritings,
Asking various favours and things.
But only one stood out,
A letter in yellow envelope,
No written salutation,
No addressed person.
One empty sheet,
Thousands of thoughts,
Millions of unspoken words,
But only one unsaid heard,
"Blank is my life,
White is colour of my heart,
Without you my soul-mate,
My inkpot is also dry, my Love."

- Vrinda