Nira’s Tale of Love: V
Nira’s Tale of Love: V1 min 20 1 min 20
It was his maiden day at varsity,
An expert in rhetorical propensity.
On towering heel walked she;
Her innocent look killed thee.
Her silent rape of filial obedience;
Succumbed in the lap of childish prudence.
With her friends, mother and at home,
She felt an uneasy, busy and calm.
Her cursed days were an abomination of a child within;
Set in the dark wood was her monologue beginning.
His witty lines coupled with grace and Greek look;
He lured every feminine of the book.
Untouched by all worldly affairs he avoided all;
After a maiden meeting nobody even dared him to call.
Pinned down by her grace of the body;
She dozed lying on the bed of plenty.