Global Perspective

Short Tale 16

He stopped his bike,

She ruffled his hair, his every tiny spike,

Wishing she had a loudspeaker or mike,

If only her parents knew she sat on his bike…


Their love was childish, immature to the core,

He was a high societal rich brat but definitely not a “bore”….


He waited for her till she finished her tuitions,

In her school skirt,with two ponies,

She looked like an angel of innocence..


Her hair was always tied,

Beneath him something spoke aloud or sighed..

It was love at first sight,

She seemed an “angel of light”…


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