I combed my hair,
shaved clean,
sprayed perfume,
wore my best suit …
standing stylishly
with hand in trouser pockets,
I threw the best of my smile.
She smiled away!
I tried some poetry,
cut some elite jokes,
lilted a romantic Telugu song.
Looking at her aslant
I tried one more
of my best smiles.
She smiled away!
I became morose,
grew beard,
stopped grooming hair,
wore tattered jeans,
crumpled T-shirt
and turned violent
using swear-words.
This time she smiled.
Dirty love!
I smiled away!
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