Monday, 2 September 2013

A NOTE FROM JANET



Precisely on my table
She left for me a note
Written in decipherable codes
Of which I thought was a fable

The note had got a ‘Dear Kenneth’
Of which I thought to write was hard
But she concluded and said I was bad
All the night we were at the banquet

She accused me of being a fool
To think she never saw us
As we groaned and cursed
On the balcony at moon’s full

That was how it ended
A story I’ve got left
Of how am now bereft
With a love that can’t be mended.

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