Walking down a road
Fast like the river Nile.
A shy girl called me,
Having on face a smile.
Remembering Nietzsche's words:
'woman is a blunder of God'.
Neither I returned her smile
Nor I made any nod.
I respect all men.
But females, I just hate.
I think females create
All woes, small or great.
She addressed me as sir
As I had by-passed her.
She said, it is me, zara
Your student, your daughter.
I turned and I saw:
A smiling girl of twenty,
Dressed in colourful clothes,
An angel, a wild beauty.
I felt like a father.
Why?I don't know.
I kept gazing... then thinking:
WHY GIRLS, SO FAST, GROW?
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