The belated joy

Of the lot, Preetha was the youngest,

The fairest, dignified and thebrightest.

Now I heard she had had liking for me.

I wish I knew it ere I left the arena.

We go oblivion of the love

That has come off the unknown soul

And missing to nurture it, leave thepavilion

To regret forever when we’ve learnt about it.

13.10.2002,