on meeting

In the jocular vein, I proposed to thee

my daunting task of meeting a lion

in tiger’s den when suddenly you retreated

and I was dumbfounded as in which

way the cold-hearted wind blows till you

lifted your eyes in the eastwards

a narrow panorama runs through

did I realise the time is a bitter friend

and when lion stumbles to roar

as when lambs would be near

and we do have to part away

as always in stubborn silence

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