She was goodlooking,
Never married,
Not in an affair iether,
She walked lithe, slim,
A bachelor woman,
Not much heeding
To the advaces of males,
Always happy, never
Having to care for
A husband or family,
She sang to herself
Most of the time,
Did her own chores,
With a smile, helping
As many as she could,
All loved her in office,
But matrimony was
To her a tie, for life,
So she let life alone
To spend alone,
Never worrying too much
About anything,
Not wanting to raise
A family, with only
Good thoughts in her
Mind, she was a happy
Bachelor girl,
Most married ones
Was jealous about.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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