A young damsel had been jubilant
With me, as a student, for sometimes.
Suddenly she stopped coming- a shock.
I didn’t hint any speak of love.
Is she abler than I could dissemble?
Why should she desert the safe stage
With virginity still demanding a chance?
Why she should detest me, I wondered
Till one day on her way, a little away,
She turned towards me, animation in her
face.
20.03.2004
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