An Innocent Love Affair
I watched a movie of Suraiya when I was a child,
Suraiya was an Indian popular star,
She exposed her tunes like a guitar,
An appealing beauty making every one wild.
One of my uncles friendly asked me,
Asked a child only ten years old,
But very talkative, and too much bold,
Did you like Suraiya, how is she?
The naughty child knew what he wants to listen,
And he replied a dirty bitch,
Exposes her breasts like a witch,
I was famous for replies, although only ten.
You stupid Suraiyawala how dare you say,
Suraiyawala means one, who belongs to her,
From that day it became my name, spread from one to another,
Gained popularity, more and more, every day.
The name of Suraiya stuck to my mind,
I got her in the college as a mate,
In my sub conscious Suraiya was my fate,
I fell in love with her like a blind.
The fatty girl found many times alone,
I tried to tell her but always failed,
I then decided, she should be mailed,
Why to fear, she was flash and bone.
I wrote a letter on a pinkish paper,
Showing two bleeding hearts stitched with an arrow,
Telling my story of pain and sorrow,
Romantic promises from a loving trapper.
But the problem again how could I deliver,
My sincere sentiments my poetic expressions,
Having charms of teen age and warming emotions,
Perfumed it was my maiden love letter.
I then decided to put it in her journal,
Checked and placed with others on a table,
But the innocent boy inexperienced and feeble,
His shyness internal! His fears external!
Remained in the pocket, the lovely rhymes,
Then came the washer-man and my elder sister,
Who used to have a look, the clothes to deliver,
Found it, censured me for one of my innocent crimes.
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