Prandial Plaint by Vikram Seth

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Prandial Plaint

My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.
I love your accent and I love your toes.
I am your .........
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Vikram Seth

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Palas Kumar Ray (10/8/2008 4:45:00 PM)
Man is the slave of the habits.
Habits make the man civilised.
A civilised man is measured.
His business of life is clocked.
Rule of business stricktly honored.
Love is restricted within the boundary of Night.

TRUTH SPOKEN
Alas!

Chitralekha Chetia (8/29/2008 6:00:00 AM)
My favourite favourite ever. Everytime I look at it, I fall in love with it again.

Eric Paul Shaffer (7/22/2005 3:27:00 PM)
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.