The flowers in the vass put so rightly..
makes your presence..still so lively.....

It's there by my side the fourth plate reminding me your rules...
Not to talk,Not to scream...Not to play with the eating tools....

And so i write this letter secretly to heaven......
please...send my mother for lullaby before its eleven....

Things are fine but not best my mother...
dad weeps behind my sight..so does my brother...

i am good..and no more a mess..
for now i study... i am a topper...
but with shoe laces oh mother...i am still a dropper...

"THE ELDER" no more shouts like an arrogant creature...
with burdens too..holds patience unlike his feature...

please come back .. .as soon as you get my private letter...
postman uncle is own his way..with a promise to make things better...

I am sorry for waking you up from your peaceful sleep...
i know i must not shout like a baby ..i must not weep..

COME BACK SOON.. ... ... ...
SO we can give them a surprise....i love you maa ...
this is all my letter says..this is all my heart cries......