In spite of many a poke and fun,
I run after you, and love you more
with youth's passion, fiery like the sun;
in spite of many a poke and fun,
except you, I never desire a second one-
as in my heart, feelings for you only galore;
in spite of many a poke and fun
I run after you, and love you more.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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