Tipped toe-ly br Dusk droops, br Plays with br Naive teen. br br She fills up br Stoic beech wood br With rustle and sigh. br br Ripples whisper br O’ teen br Do you hear: Love? br From moon. br br Teen bewildered br Say what; She..? br br Love had pored, she- br On Romance Point, br Fragrance smeared br Feet of br Her…? br She quests for!br br Dr. Sakti P.