Sometimes ago, i lent her;
'Juveniles wants to get you by chance,
Try to put them in a trance'.
But she heaved them like sigh.
She methinks it for my selfish reign,
Or to my shared love gain.
But! , myopic was her in her sight,
She'd prisoned her mind eyes.
Oh heavens! , shall we invade her intellect?
By emissaries of boxed advice and talks?
By heaven, would she in no harm be a reflect,
Of damaged fingers and broken soul by the forsaid folks?
..............'Shhhh! , her steps, you can't predict,
..............Maybe her intellect did offer her a verdict'.
C.2017
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