A young damsel had been
jubilant
With me, as a student, for sometimes.
Suddenly she stopped coming- a shock.
I didn’t hint any speak of
love.
Is she abler than I could
dissemble?
Why should she desert the
safe stage
With virginity still
demanding a chance?
Why she should detest me, I
wondered
Till one day on her way, a
little away,
She turned towards me,
animation in her face.
20.03.2004
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