She was soft spoken,
Of six feet five,
Lithe, swinging her body
As she walked, a virgin,
Not knowing the pleasure
Of love the nuptials,
In her twenty three years,
Liked by all, she chirped
Away in happiness,
Providing an atmosphere,
So feminine, everyone
Watched the brown girl,
Walking around,
Keeping all the males
Guessing with wild dreams,
But she, not giving
Any hopes of advances,
Everyone wondering
What she really thought
Of her days with
A male friend chosen
For her partner for life.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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