The Neglect Was Compensated

On that awaited day when my dear doe Revisited my garden, she never came near But rather played truant hither and thither And went away, trampling my flowers. On this disdain day when the forgotten doe Again visited my garden, she was dear and near, And, by holding the twig that I gifted her, Has hinted that she came to breathe my flower. First, she marred my confidence. I went to hibernation. Later she amended my indifference. I am rekindled to animation. Be unkind but not heartless. Woo any but desert not me. I love the doe and envy her male I love the doe and grudge my rivals. To love is to be jealous Palakkad,22.02.2000