Poetry

Though being circles by pretty companions
And to a fun laughing with a friend genuine
Banish I can not the solitude of the mind
To pieces my mental pain I can not grind.

So called a virgin I am by this time,
In the whores of beauty too a leaf is mine.
But unlike any other I wish by my heart
Not to attract any youth, a dandy or smart.

Adolescence is beautifier of all the virgins,
Virginal beauty is compared with a flame
Being disastrous, perishing hearts of young men
And equally scorching the heart of the virgin.

Scorched mind preserves ashes of memoirs
In its midst can reside only solitude yawning.

         - - - - - - -Ratnakar  D  Mandlik