She likes listening to you
And then talking with you.
She acknowledges your presence
And then grants her presence.
She lets her eyes meet yours
And then throws private glances
She pretends your intensions
And then accept casual presents.
She ignores incidental touches.
Now the ground is ripe for flirtation.
Flirtation is an art of living.
Flirtation is an art of loving.
Flirtation is the essence of life.
No adultery; a harmless recreation.
16.06.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem hurts me a lot. Is 'flirting' essence of life? Oh God! Sorry to say this - I expected you to be honest in relations since honesty is your race's backbone. I konw chettiyars are very honest even in trade...what to talk about human relations?