She set off, to celebrate her stay
In her village, with her mom and dad, following a long time.
“Dreadfully, aspiring to see them”, she came to me
I remembered her say, “I wish to repose on my father’s shoulder;
but seldom relished this occasion in recent times
I glanced at her and smirked; and said to myself, “She is too slushy.”
My love for her doubled and eventually amplified
Her travel was by train. I accompanied her till the station
While leave taking, “I miss you”, she said, in a sluggish tone
I held her hand and appealed, “When do I see you again? ...