Prandial Plaint Poem by Vikram Seth

Prandial Plaint

Rating: 3.3


My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.
I love your accent and I love your toes.
I am your slave. One word, and I obey.
But please don't slurp your morning brew that way.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 28 January 2016

physical love /////// nice

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M Asim Nehal 28 January 2016

Infatuation leads to such thinking.........

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Chitralekha Chetia 29 August 2008

My favourite favourite ever. Everytime I look at it, I fall in love with it again.

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Eric Paul Shaffer 22 July 2005

A very amusing comment on what so many mean when they say love. What a world it would be if when lovers said 'I love you, ' they didn't mean 'I own you.' Good work.

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Vikram Seth

Vikram Seth

Kolkata / India
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