You saw
me from the yard.
Then…
You
greeted from the threshold.
Then…
You
invited me to tea.
Then…
You
served me dinner too.
Then…
No more
call, I am at wait.
Only
that much kind
Or only
that much bold
You are,
my dear!
All the
time
I have
entered with a pass.
In
future too,
I shall
not trespass.
11.11.99,
Cennai
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