Postman

My eyes are ticking towards door I am restless and rolling on floor I have spent sleepless night So much to loose without any fight In olden days, the postman was prime figure We will run towards him for making it sure The letter must be delivered in our hand Else it would be love failure with tragic end She had promised me to write in return I had seen in her eyes clear positive turn She was very much willing and eager I too felt the same and became anxious either I heard the footsteps of old man with post bag He was inching forward by wearing the postman’s tag He was addressed as postman uncle Very honored figure and known in circle He is fortune teller for all Good smile comes at letters arrival No one ignores this gentleman but always welcome As he is the medium for all good or bad things to come He is the only one man in entire village Known as calm person having come off with the age Has spent entire life and ably managed You can depict him as most wanted man on page There may be many more waiting for good news Some may be very eager to receive the dues Some may be waiting for the quick reviews As a whole he wanted by all and not by few I still remember his mild smile He had brought a letter which had traveled from miles It carried my soul mate’s sentiments How happy was I when received with those comments? Even if I have to pay any special homage I shall do it for him and inscribe as sage No one can deliver the happiness and smile As he does it for society and village as well