Treasure Island

Dr. P. K. Verma

(meerut)

Fragrance Of Late Love


Today, a pleasant evening
A romantic breeze after a light rain
At 6: 25 pm on Sharda road
Stirred up my mind and heart
In which she lived last five years
Suddenly I got a glimpse of her
My late love
The great love
The immortal love
She taught me how to love and how to live
How to take and how to give
Just after 17th October of 2010
That is one year, ten months and twenty-five days
She tried to avoid to me
She did not want to come before me
For she wanted to lead a free-sex life
That's why I couldn't make her my wife
She left me for other
And left other for me
Then left other for another
A routine time-table
I knew she was very sensual
She was very sensual, I knew
Every day she wanted a new
She asked me for drinking
She asked me for smoking
And she asked me for …
But I can't forget our sensuous time
Of two and half years at F-7
Which was full of love, romance and care?
And last two and half years
She blackmailed me with her mother
And demanded money and money
Excusing she was pregnant thrice.
My destiny saved me from such selfish prostitute?
For that I thank my daughter and the Almighty Absolute.

Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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-Prof. P.K. Verma
(13th August,2012)

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