Everything has a time ,
Every day is mine ,
Let the day be yours , or call it ours ,
Keep it as a present or as a cure .
You never write this for me ,
I told you several times .
Say , it with mirth , say it aloud ,
Let they hear , let them swallow .
Go into the open space , get some fresh air ,
Spell it out even louder , let them feel it too .
I have felt it , I have seen it , [but] ,
Have not heard it often , from you .
I demand an epic , ages old style letter ,
In my name , in the name of truth,honesty and good news .
Not that , I know not ,
Not that , not that it cannot .
But , for the pleasure , it holds ,
For the peace it gives .
For the frustration , it vanishes ,
For the purity it reveals .
Say it , say it several times ,
I hear it from many , but from special mine .
From others , it sounds gross or just good ,
From you , I know it would be as pure as you.
Length of your writing , is upto you ,
Motions , should pierce my heart and reach back to you .
I ‘ll appreciate and nod a yes , for all you write ,
Write it like never written before .
Let they , be jealous ,
Let they , be at unrest .
Not that , they have done injustice ,
But , just because they haven’t been as expressive as you.
Thereby , I made a request to you in private ,
But , let the answer be made public .
Let the museums , have it in highest jewel ,
Let it be , the wealthiest master penned .
Worry not , about the handwriting ,
Its beautiful , with patience and style .
Worry about , pleasing me ,
For all I bow , is now or never .
It may sound as a joke , it will ,
I was infact joking , when I said worry .
I have complete faith in you ,
Whatever you do , I ‘ll abide by .
Whatever you write ,
Will be for me , in facts .