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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