Fury, A Shy Maid
My anger when watched all but nude,
It soon beat a hasty retreat.
Fury’s a shy maid in black mood,
When exposed, ogled at, would quit,
Feel helpless, void of all her wit.
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Reflections | 03.05.2013, revised January 2024|Quintain
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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