My own mind

My letter to you
has come back today.
Unopened, untouched
and undaunted in spite of
several changes of hands.
As I looked at the envelope
and on it, the many seals of
those post offices that it
had crossed,
I wondered, if anyone ever
had the wish to open it
and see what was inside!
But years of tracking this letter
to reach its destination, as also
in case of a lost addressee,
to guide it safely back to my own
hands once again
and finding it sealed exactly as
when it had left me,
told me that our minds
were like sealed envelopes,
only to be opened to our
own selves, else, once
opened to others, there were
always chances of
dissipation, resultant to
falling in love.