Prologue:
This little bit of poetry underneath, is based on a memoir from my classmate, who is a typical boarding School girl, she told me about her early boarding school days, when her seniors used to take her as escort on their way to meet their boyfriend on a hill station.
And there, she told me that she met a guy of her age been there with the senior boys as escort and how she presented him with the beautiful white rose, found only at the bottom of the valley to break the ice…although only on the advice of senior girls.
Later the rose blossomed in blooming friendship. Anyways that was her point of view but then I thought what would have been “guy’s views about the whole incident”, so a poetic me compelled to trace out all the feeling and mentality of a 12 year old boarding school boy, and here I present “The White Rose” all in my words….
The White Rose
On the mountain hillside
the innocence they hide
In his wide brown black eyes
There was a longing to imitate
those thuggish Romeos
May be under orders but he was
there on demand
Both from seniors and his lusty heart,
Keeping a watch out was his task
Truly very humiliating it was
But the little in need of
unveiling mysteries of Kama
left with doing nothing but be
the part of sensual drama.
Bit bemused bit blushed learning
different arts of love making,
On the mountain hillside
The yearn he hide
Watching all cuddling
fondling couples
Yep it was an yearn to have a
partner in that dark and
flowery hillside
Then one day the yearn seemed to be satisfied
on the arrival of a beauty with wide black eyes,
On the task same as his
But alas words exchanged
were only hello and bye both
there smirking and shying.
On the mountain hillside
the innocence they hide.
In side the dormitory at the hill upside
there was a cackle of bragging in the
session of recounting the adventurous night.
The boy’s boast:
They cuddled and snuggle
in the night of mist
Smooches and fondle
send my mind in twist
It was all so absurd
First seemed to be wrestling
all humping and thumping
Then there was she looking
hot in her florid skirt
My angst for a company satisfied
In the cupid’s take
I found my Conscience at stake,
Lured by lust we bowed Love God first
On the task of guarding some sinister work
no shy but only devilish mind’s work,
We driven closer and closer
I was feeling her heartbeat
thumping at a fast pace,
I knew I wouldn’t be a looser in this race.
In my embrace wearing sweetest smile
that easy girl said, she is mine.
Day break advised us to depart
unwillingly we dispersed but
only with the promise to meet again.
On the mountain hillside
the innocence they hide
In the dark again smirking
the desperate eyes asking
when the girls will arrive?
This unease of not having
something was weird but only to
him not to the seniors backstage.
Theirs was custom to linger
for the exotic white roses
presented as love symbol
from the girls hill down side.
Yes she was there as watch out again
knowing it as right time to bargain
the love or lust whatever inside,
hello was a more fine starter
but the most delicious dish comes here after:
The White Rose in her hand
the broad smile on visage,
Inundated with emotions he accepted the flower
lost in chitchat it was a new chum to discover.
Heavy in heart but they had to depart
because its morning’s turn to play its part.
Alas! on the mountain hillside
The innocence they hide.
In side the dormitory at the hill upside
in the meeting the bragger was gone
it was a new Romeo born.
: - Dev
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