in 1981
i met her
she was then
a poetess
we were engaged
to talk
and so we had
a tryst
under a tree inside
that walled house
it was summer
and the grasses were
all brown
it was a useless
meeting
we did not say anything
we were meant for
nothing
we were only engaged
to talk
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