En Passant
I have heard this word
but never played,
the game of Chess.
You may capture the Pawn
in the very first movement
oh! what's an interesting event?
But in reality,
how far I was running behind her
anyway at last I caught
only her beautiful body.
Yet, her inner feelings, secrets
and hidden notions who knows?
Somebody must have purposely programmed
of this scheduled brief-lifetime?
The period isn't enough to understand
this curious delicate- woman.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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