He watched her
From distance
Passed near her
From distance
Heard her talks
From Distance
He Loved her
From distance
He talked her
With telepathy
He never saw
Boys with her
Who she was
Where she goes
What she does
She was beautiful
He wanted beauty
Never to possess
He watched her
From distance
Her hair
Her t-shirts
Her shirts
Her jeans
Her bosoms
Her smile
Her hands
Her waist
Her shoes
Her actions
Her gait
When she came
When she went
When she stayed
In the class
In the seminars
Near canteen
On roads only
Never he’ll loose
Her beauty, Her
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