She dwelt among the bungalows,
I loafed in streets below,
Her smiling eyes when I first saw
Was a very sweet blow

That She would smile I had never thought,
Let alone returning one,
The apparent luck the smile had brought
To me was next to none.

The smiles lengthened, eyes lowered,
The pink cheeks reddened more,
The charm it had on my delicate heart
I liked her more and more.

One suitable day to her I proposed,
And asked if she would be mine,
But with her family it had to be discussed
Before my luck could shine

The town-bridge was our ren-dez-vous
That evening was the time,
I put on my best shirt and shoes
And arrived before time

That evening seemed most wonderful
Though clouds darkened the sky,
Even the crows looked beautiful
And beggars that went by.

She will come, Ah! There she comes!
I saw a violet sari,
Then pink and blue and light blue came
But she wasn’t in any.

She wont come; the sun reddened
And stars chuckled in harmony,
She’ll come; though little saddened,
I said to myself in agony.

I counted hundred times,
The beggar did the same,
‘Cause all the money I had, by now
Had exchanged our hands

The day broke my heart so gay
With dreams of lovely future,
I left the town that very day
With thoughts of a lonely future

I saw her not for twenty years,
Though her I could not forget,
And when we met she was in tears
My anger I had to forget.

“Well?” I asked her with raised eyebrows
Which spoke for my twenty years?
The rest was asked by my wrinkled brows
Which had seen my lonely tears?

Surprisingly same was her complaint
And the news almost killed me,
For this side of the bridge I did wait
And the other side had SHE.