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.
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