I hid in the wardrobe thinking this will be great.
But my timing was wrong and I left it too late.
My plan of seduction had gone wildly adrift.
For when you found me hiding there you were so miffed.
Up and down the stairs you went looking everywhere
and did not appreciate me hiding myself there.
I'd got it wrong and spoilt the ambience that day;
For love is about timing as well as what I do and say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem