Everyday the postman would cover long distances
whether across green fields or wet lanes in any weather
a bunch of letters in hand that would steadily decrease
adding small sorrows to some and great joys to others.
To the village kids, he carried a lot of unpacked promises
for to them, his letters meant tidings and hopes from fathers
To aged parents, he carried news of their distant loved ones
for to them, he was preferred than the daily newspaper.
He remained untouched by what he would distribute
He never knew the depth of the contents in those letters
He never cared about the weight of the parcels he would carry
for to him, it was just a part and parcel of his messenger job…