He sat in the library, unfurling pages many,
His eyes moving around, seeking known faces any…
There she sat ahead of him, the face he sought,
He reminded himself, think of her, he must not.

She saw him too, a glance intense,
Ignorance, though, was now a well-made pretence..
He was used to her ignorance, he ignored her too…
Though he always longed for such chance meetings few.

Her presence was pleasure, pain …a conversation of eyes…
Of conceiving the truth with a mask of lies…
Thus, life moved on, a tryst of desires untold…
Leaving a random past behind, of memories and secrets never to unfold!!

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