Naveed Raja Poems

For She was seven and I six...yes six
And never knew I that weird pull
Verily too strange for any such kids,
Though not that strange that one forbids.
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Beneath the apple tree,
In the month of March,
I laid on the virgin grass,
The site there was like that of a wrasse.
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And I told her, what fetched her there,
Her uncanny looks told a story...
Which my rational mind failed to comprehed,
But very well discerned by my celestial one.
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