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With a nib stuck on a feather
He wrote a love letter to Heather
Etched on the tree on the way home
Was his heart with an arrow drawn
Simply Chalked on a black slate
" I love You " he did frankly state
Then shyly residing in a pink scented
Envelope in the local post box waited
A message of fragrant love to be sorted
And then to reach to whom its been posted
In between loyal pigeons to and fro flied
Rings,alarms and cells then got mobilised
Secret dates,rendezvous ,corner seats,
Scandal Point and Harkness Road rocks
Mud Island, colonial homes on Bandra Pali
Shaded, rarely frequented lanes and gullies
Now with a click,a slide ,touch a rap
Internet,chat,dating sites ,virtual reality tap
Quick quick the picture appears and the facts
Leaving nothing to dreams to aspire or match
Such is the world of romance of now a days
Including YHM all romantic shades are in grey
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