Shayari Bazar

A young man living away from home writes to his parents: Dear folks I feel miserable because I have to keep writing for money I feel ashamed and unhappy to have to ask for another hundred but every cell in my body rebels I beg on bended knee that you forgive me Your son Marvin P S I felt so terrible I ran after the mailman who picked this up in the box at the corner I wanted to take this letter and burn it I prayed that I could get it back But it was too late A few days later he received a letter from his father It said: Dear Son Your prayers were answered Your letter never came