As a guest I had been to her,
Who is a widow, living single,
With all paraphernalia.
Absolute privacy and sure secrecy.
Nothing happened in three hours,
Notwithstanding her guilt complex
At low ebb, from her advanced age.
Adultery is not that much easy.
Women aren’t that much yielding
27.02.2000, Palakkad
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