Her husband is dead. br Tragic or pleasing news! br That too in a car accident. br She was my love five decades back. br Our sojourn was a month br In her village where I chanced to stay. br Loveliness and gracefulness br Combined, she was a lotus. br No wonder, I loved her. br It is wonder, she loved me. br She loved me more br Than I loved her, the poor. br Her love was pure and genuine. br My love was daring and fast. br Our eyes crossed and then talked. br Our lips talked and then touched. br It is the virgin love for the both. br She sanctioned my visit once br To her house and to the room br Where we were closeted. br She believed me to such extent br That she conceded to be undraped br And surrendered to my trust. br Too tender in age, I deserted her. br It took three decade for me br To trace her and meet her. br Then she was not a lotus br But reminded me of a cactus, br Aging being prominent. br br Now she is a widow. br I am not a widower. br Otherwise, I would have wiped br The sin I committed to her. br 31.12.2007br br Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.