I was much delighted to see
You come to work expecting me
As I came there longing for
you.
I was resonated to feel
You suppressed the tempting
answers
To the questions I intended
to put.
When we had a tryst to
converse,
We beamed to have conveyed
the sense
Through the nonsense of our
talks.
We don’t call our relation
love
But others call it a scandal.
Then, why not to be true to
them?
19.03.2008
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