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IT HAPPENED!
I was in medical school Some forty years ago, I then heard a song which did Somewhat on these lines go: “Que sera sera, look what Will be, will be,will be”. But how the future would mould I could never this see. I was concerned in those days, Also, in later years. That women would talk to me, About this I had fears. I was not a ladies’ man. To get their attention, I tried hard but yet I failed Despite much invention. Lo and behold! Poetry, Though not tried with that aim, Has brought on writing.com An e-mail from a dame! Mavis Moog has suggested That I may condescend To grant her an interview. It happened in the end! So, here was a lady who Approached me on her own, After on the internet I had my poems shown Though throughout the life I may Never get to see her Yet an internet chat or Interview I prefer! * Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format * This poem was written when I got the invitation mail from Mavis Moog, Mavis Moog M C Gupta 30 March 2005. Made public, 20 May 2005.
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