The Beginning Of An End

A middle height, stout

Bust leaning forward

Brisk walking lass

Suddenly halts for

A while on the track

When a young man

Happens to approach from

Opposite wrong side

When they passed by, both

Of them exchange glances

Awakened a little,

Were frantic with fear,

Acknowledging his greeting

Through winking, nodding

She hangs her head down

Blissfully blushing, turning

The fair cheeks reddish

It was the sheer beginning

Of a golden sweet tale

Certainly destined to end

Sooner or much later