For A K Ramanujan-3 Poem by Prathibha Nandakumar

You, who say, have no proper sense of body,
do not wonder if I wondered too
if the pulse you stumbled on were yours or mine
You are no fool
In a single day you touched many
in passing, who let you pass
and knew it is never too late for
sin or even for treason.
You know my kind.
You have given me
a houseful of legitimate sons
in the course of a single day.
You speak of a look,
my love, look, your angry hands
are speaking so many emotions that
prove your many states of being.
each knowing exactly who he is.

I belong to all of you.