Friendships with her gaining ground for some time,
One day when we were sitting across a table,
Waiting for tea in a posh restaurant
I ventured to
touch her impulsively.
No sooner did she draw her pink hand
Than I placed my hand on hers in a swift,
Saying, ‘no, no’, contrary to my wish.
Neither naughty nor resentful was it.
There was no such thing that would make a man
Think that he’s done an objectionable thing.
I was relieved that I was not rejected.
To get woman’s nod is the love’s first-night.
25.03.2015
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