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Oct 2020
I was a last bencher in the classs
"stand up on bench' was my usual stance

felt low and agony initially
later found it was silly

looking back I saw a glare
until i realazed a beauty stare

i wanted to be punish daily
to see her beauty repeatedly.

when i went for drinking water
she followed me through corridor

when i said "may i come in"
adjacent was she.., "like a kin".

time has come to propose my love
this was my first love.
Written by
Phani Potharaj  49/M/India
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