To An Elegant Class-Fellow At Ignou

O good spring! Should I credit you Or this art— In fact you are, equally benevolent and beauty-full. She approached me, with a sweet-smile-shy Like a fragrant flower approached a buzzing bee! And stood by me, oh as close…! As after long winter’s snowy separation Fiery lovers eager to embrace hard. Wah! We had in a lonely room On a literary piece, a brief discussion. And I taught you with my private pen Writing love verses on your lovely palm. I known’t your intention! If you carried any innate will…. But I ponder and wonder—why? As I had a hurried glance, Your cheeks had reddened as ripened plum And, my hands trembled.