Nira’s Tale Of Love V Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale of Love V

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,
Felt unesay, busy and calm.

Her cursed days were abomination of a child with in,
Set in a dark wood was her monologue beginning.

His witty lines coupled with grace and a greek look,
Lured every feminine of the book.

Untouched by all worldly affairs, He avoided all;
After a maiden meeting no body even dared Him to call.

Pinned down by Her grace of the body,
She dozed lying on the bed of plenty.