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.
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