Nervous eyes,
Fluttering heart,
Bated breath,
I held on to my being.
Smiles plastered,
Conversation hard,
Interrogation stark,
I tried to live through.
Warmth lacking,
Affection strained,
Eyes scrutinizing,
I felt naked, stripped.
Food untouched,
Stolen glimpses,
For reaffirmation,
I looked at him, in faith.
Final verdict,
Sweat profuse,
anxiety of torture,
Finally,a nod, in consent.
I never did know,
Meeting his parents,
Would be this hard.
Phew! a nightmare, done with!!!
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sashu felt the lines could be more touching in prose than in verse...a common theme uncommonly presented though :-)
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