Tricky Love Poem by Sambidhan Acharya

I trow in truth ness,
But ye scolded me,
I confessed, it to ye,
But ye scolded me.

I contemplated had I told something wrong,
I just jotted ye, that he flirted thy ye,
But, she in moan, scolded me.
I asked in dilemma what was it she was irate with me,
O'er and o'er again I asked in confusion, 'Have I said u wrong? '

Demur, decline, irate whatever does ye,
I remain in my words constant,
But why ye irate with me?
I inquired her, she in scorn said me, that she knew it.
But not wanted to hear from me,
I asked why?
Ye again got angry and said ye loved me,
I declined her words; she slapped me,
Once again I realized that girls never make mistake in love,
Once she knew that the fellow flirted her,
And now she knows thy loves her.