....She carried a tennis racquet

Based on a fictional tale...all right all right...partly based on a true story

It was early on a sunny Friday,

A heartache was about to come to stay,

I was merely one caught in the rush,

Like every other day, without a fuss,

I saw her in a red attire,

It resembled both ice and fire,

It was first time to her, I had seen,

I asked myself 'where had you been?'

I didn't speak a word, neither did she,

I had a sense of impending glee,

In a week, I saw her only twice or trice,

Often wondering where she lies,

I had conjured up an introduction,

With the hope of a hearty conversation,

I last saw her on a Wednesday,

Where she went? I couldn't really say

I wonder where she had disappeared,

The illusion in my mind had finally cleared,

For me she will always remain in that mystery bracket,

All I know about her is that she carried a tennis racquet.

                                                                                                                  - Rajmohan Yadav