She, thirty five, and I, fifty five,
Were together and fell for each other.
Her modesty was her beauty;
Her reticence was her essence.
She was a receptor and I, a depositor,
As far as love was concerned.
She made me younger and I made her sexier.
The episode was enacted for three years.
She was the cause for my poetic act.
I have penned in hundreds poems
About my love for her and gave her them.
I left the place a decade ago with tears.
A maiden call came from her to my thrill.
It was not for renewal of love but on purpose.
Her son came and camped with me and went.
She has ignored me; I had no pain to ignore her.
23.09.2010 .
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