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The Hidden Letter: A Poem by Vasudha Pansare 

I hid that letter long ago,
And never sent it to you,
I came upon it suddenly,
When I opened my old diary.
Had I sent it that day,
Would you have reciprocated?
Would you have come rushing,
And taken me in your arms?
Or would you have rejected me,
And left me grieving for lost love?
Not knowing is more painful,
Than knowledge of the truth.
Ah well! Whatever happens, happens for a reason,
We were never meant to be together,
Our love perhaps a passing affair,
A lifetime we were never meant to share.
Now you are old and so am I,
You are lost somewhere in this world,
And I am busy with my life,
I wonder whether we’ll meet again.
It’s best now never to meet,
Best to forget and focus on the present,
Best to dump fading memories,
Like leaves that fall from trees.