The girl is petite.
The girl is educated.
I like the girl.
The girl joins office
when I am about to leave.
There is some kind of an equation.
If I were younger by quarter of a century,
neither will have this embarassment
to look at each other, full.
I cannot appreciate her
because of a fear of
between the line possible mis-meaning.
She cannot look full,
as definitely I am 'uncle' like.
A 'niece` can crave only affection!
There is this uneasy hesitation
when nobody can straightaway approach the other
and say: Let us have this uncle-niece relation!
Peeling layers and layers
of mind's inside
is a problem indeed!
So we have decided to make a truce:
Let's look occassionally
and get embarassed.
There is sadness in it
as well as life's marvel!
