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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mail-Box</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As you arrive in the morning<br>To your office, my dear<br>And check your mails<br>Without doubt you know<br>I’ll be there for you<br>Waiting to give you<br>The mail of the day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">May be a poem<br>Or a prose -<br>A quote or a photo<br>That touches me…<br>And I would wish to <br>Share with you.<br>Or as ever before<br>Like I write everyday<br>My Diary of yesterday.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You may read in a hurry<br>As you always do<br>For you may have <br>Many other<br>Errands to run to.<br>Yet, my dear <br>Let me say it to you<br>That all my letters<br>And words to you<br>Are written with care<br>And the precious time<br>That I love to spend<br>Writing to you…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It’s been like this<br>For the past many years<br>And I hope it would be<br>For many, many years<br>When you open your<br>Mail-Box<br>And find in it<br>Amongst all your mails<br>A letter from me.<br>Everyday, every morning<br>For all those years<br>Till the day you retire<br>From your daily<br>Commuting…<br>To that very same Office<br>Of your 20 years.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>And the day you retire<br>After your service<br>Of two decades more<br>You’ll have some nice<br>Memories<br>Of working together<br>With your colleagues<br>Many sour ones too<br>Of those meetings<br>That failed<br>Those deadlines<br>That derailed<br>And some good savings<br>Of your life of work<br>And a repertoire of friends<br>That stayed with you<br>Through all these years…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">May be in one of those<br>Bitter-sweet memories<br>You might remember me<br>That mail-box girl<br>Who used to write to you<br>So very diligently<br>Every day of her life<br>To feel close to you<br>To be as near you <br>As much as she could<br>From many miles away<br>With a lonely, longing heart<br>And so many words to say.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For she couldn’t be your wife, <br>Neither your mistress<br>Nor be at your side<br>As you struggled and you hobbled<br>Through your life’s major strifes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She could only be <br>A mute witness -<br>To all what you endured.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She could feel the stresses<br>And the strains<br>Of those sleepless nights<br>That eating outside<br>Those early morning wake-ups<br>Of your tours and travels<br>Like a vagabond<br>Trying to balance it out<br>Between work and home.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And they say: You are Married.<br>Married to your wife<br>Or your company, I guess.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For most of your time<br>Is taken away<br>By those tours <br>And your travels<br>Of a working life<br>Sans your wife<br>Beside you…<br>On many such nights<br>And busy days too<br>When you would rather<br>Be a husband to your wife<br>Than be a work-horse<br>All your Life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And slog and slog and slog…<br>Thinking you are indispensable<br>For your company.<br>Yet that day would dawn on you<br>As it comes for every man<br>When he realises<br>That the company whom he<br>Worked for<br>Cared for more than his family<br>That very same company<br>To survive and thrive<br>In this world of the Fittest<br>Goes seeking young-blood<br>And leaves you aside.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And at the end of the day<br>You then do realise<br>Was it really worth<br>Giving those extra hours <br>Everyday<br>To your office over-time<br>And missing out on<br>Your wife’s<br>Diary for the Day<br>Or all what your son<br>Had to Say<br>To a Daddy-Dear<br>He could hardly get to see.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As a friend of yours, <br>A well-wisher too<br>And in this one of my<br>Many mails <br>That I write everyday<br>To you…<br>I would suggest you: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Take care of your wife<br>Be with your son<br>For these are the days<br>You would miss very often<br>When you grow old<br>And look back<br>In retrospection<br>And find that those<br>Glorious days you spent<br>Upgrading your career<br>Position and status<br>In the Office.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Those will go one day<br>And someone else<br>Would take your place<br>And the company would<br>Still survive without you<br>As it has done<br>With people coming and going<br>In all such big MNCs </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet once your wife<br>Grows old<br>And your son grows up too, <br>You’ll miss these “good old” days<br>When you missed seeing your son<br>Growing up<br>Into the young lad <br>He would become one day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And your wife would also feel<br>As If -<br>She has grown too old, too soon<br>For neither youth was on her side<br>Nor the time <br>She wished to cherish<br>With you, in her conjugal life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So her youth and her time<br>Both awaited you<br>As the hope of life<br>Awaits a dying woman<br>On her Death-Bed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As for me, My Love<br>I’ve never had the Fate<br>To live with you<br>And would probably never have<br>The Destiny<br>To share with you <br>My Life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And yet, the woman out there<br>Your betrothed wife<br>Is a woman like me<br>And your son out there<br>Is also like the son<br>I’ve borne in me…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, I would always love you<br>To have a happy family<br>Take care of them, my love<br>And be with them<br>As often as you can.<br>For a job may come, <br>A job may go…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet a wife once lost<br>Or a son gone forever<br>Won’t come back to you<br>However much you repent<br>Or regret<br>Later on… <br>Thinking of the Whys and Hows<br>Of the jobs that you did<br>The tours and the travels<br>And the over-time<br>Your company Fixed <br>For you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Always Remember…<br>You are married to your wife<br>And not to your company.<br>And your son needs<br>The “Daddy-Dear” in you<br>Even if he may not tell you<br>Often, every day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So Care, Share<br>And Be There<br>For Them…<br>Trust Me – You’ll get many more returns<br>And far more contentment<br>As you look back<br>Over the years…<br>Of all those precious moments<br>You spent with your family<br>Than going for power, position<br>Fame and money<br>And being a lap-dog to your Company<br>By running after them.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a></strong></div>