Not a Test - of Love

I I began writing poetry, seriously, at college About worldly affairs, my scant knowledge Prevented the privilege of love. I acknowledge Ladies like Lilly, Saras, and Nerissa: Ed College (No man, mind you; short for Education College) A Fulbright scholarship led to miscarriage Of my love-affairs. Didn't commit sacrilege Pondered punctuation in life. My US college Reduced my many commas, and exclamation And somehow this helped my poetrification II A serious Love Poem, scuttled with notebook By my younger brother, on Ashrina Ram Zook I turned, sadly, in pages titled ASHES OF LOVE I recall infatuation - classic - as in a textbook But I never talked with Ash, I, a teen Mook Thus I can't preach puppy love I forsook Cos I never got beyond a furtive look Stopped spelling 'priviledge' so, like 'knowledge' For now I study at another COLLEDGE!