I met her a mystery  on a lonely trail
Where we two strangers  faced each other
She, in silence, to duty bound, faithful
I, in silence to fate submit , no more to do.
The leaves of trees by wind softly spoke
Of what themes , I did not care to know,
For being my thoughts fully with her and me
How will she in female kindness demand for hers.

A quiet rest for me under the branches, I sought,
And then to sleep, eyes closed, peace, be still
While the stranger she , departed  from  my presence,
Her will , not mine,  to go , my will , not hers , to stay.

Krishna Nand Prasad