He asleep brushed his lips full on mine,
Travelling in bus at night with students,
I could not help, I came.
Was lecturer in college then,
Have travelled a long way since,
Stopping, starting, changing.
Thrill has receded, still in need
Now and then, frequency reduced,
Strength is ebbing, It is time I went.
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