I met her that day, one of my kin,
Now a widow and at seventy one,
As striking as she was a year back,
With a sharp nose and a clear talk.
At seventy four, I
got obsessed.
Her looks or my age or both are culprits.
To volunteer to offer her helps
Stems from my heart unprecedentedly.
13.11.2014
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