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Liking the opponent

She tried not to like him,
In fact, she liked him for his ability,
And cool attitude to people;
A rare combination of brain and heart.

It bothered her while he talked,
An uneasiness that made her sad,
Sad for nothing, may be for the lost friendship,
Or the friendship that was just a delusion.

She always excused from meeting him,
But at times had to face him,
That turned out to be the most vulnerable moment,
With no words to speak.

Kavitha Patchamalai