With a feel and kneel
she stood before him.
He sat rigid and tight
as if ready for a fight.
The encounter looked so unpleasant
while one looked very pleasant
the other was damn wicked.
How is it going to end?
He not in a mood to bend.
She in a note to accept
that falls within the precept.
The uneasiness was going for long
keeping every settlement in a prolong.
None could understand what was going on.
Watching the sequence from close quarters
felt very bad for the girl in every frontier
But could do nothing to bring in a unity
as the man did not endear any cordiality.
Befallen the girl turned away from him
swearing never to see him
with that the ties got snapped
forever.

One reply on “The Encounter.”
Just watching such events is so uncomfortable…you capture the mood well in the poem.