Calculated Attempt Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

'Pure love' it was when SHE was fifteen,
The 'truant' days were really rejuvenating;
High was 'fancy' and 'imagination' soared,
With HIM, uncalculated classes're never bored.

Hey look! SHE fell in love with that stupid,
Evergreen 'Bathsheba' got someone so much morbid;
The 'beauty' had found its temporary 'truth',
None knew what from 'heart of darkness' had come forth.

Time flies and the 'Globe' roams in space,
So alters teeniest love with mind moving afresh;
The 'truant' days are now cool, calm and composed,
Experienced 'beauty' is now fully metamorphosed.

No one in twenty one falls in love with magic
It's the calculated attempt ever to choose dynamic.