shapi is leaving, the old man cried
shapi is going when she should stay, he said
lord knows i've done everything; i've tried
        she came into my life in a blaze of glory
        she of the dimples and the dancing eyes
        she was a breeze come whispering
        she of the rich ***** and coy smile
the story of my life was done; i was sated and glad
        when shapi set foot into my home and my heart
        she was a warm song on coldest winter nights
and a cooling effect when the humidity was unbearable
        the old man with several days' stubble wept sorely
        as his memories teased and tormented him
        shapi's sensuous figure haunted him still
        the artistry expended in her making
             the fluidity of her graceful curves
               life had never been this kind
                   where the things that bind
                  were concerned ...
  now shapi was leaving and he was alone
and the cloud of dust raised by the old bus
        choked his memory and dimmed his eyes
     those who had never seen and old man cry
    were hushed by his gushing tears and by his wailing
                as shapi left him, never again to return