I was invited to a high tea
There was nobody like me
They were all affluent
I was only incongruent
'Come to terms', you told me
I was bit confused as I looked at thee
'I am not for here', I told you
Holding my hand you told, ‘That’s not true’
‘Can’t you trust me? ’ you further said
‘Get me out of here’ I cried
In reply you pulled me to yourself and kissed my lip
You were going deep and further deep
Everybody were whispering in low voice
You held me so tight, I didn't have any choice
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