Scattered Beads Poem by Shreej k.c

when her friends were adoring high heels right
she slipped into flats to match his modest height
when they reproached their long university love
in search of money, hunk, car and above
she enjoyed her ride in hired bike
wonders what for him love was like
could it be any sober or had to hike

keenly he touches first her arm
his caressing ripens with much more charm
then scrupulous he presses lips soft and abrupt
runs through her spine leaves it taut
still he preaches his haste, counts the days few
wonders if she lacked in devotion or he in thew
could it be any profound or is just to eschew

I am no good, they ask me to judge
I see no amity nor any grudge
who can tell the tale of ruthless heart
his sapience or her nescience to the fart
his acting sly or her coquettish demure
every adamant bead is to scatter for sure.