With hairs loosely plaited, today you looked homely.
Also less tense were you to feed me warmly.
Far at home were you when I visited you thither,
Due to unknown eyes, unlike when you were hither
Where were eyes of those knowing our secret.
The unexpressive warmth that I found in you is worth
The million pounds for which I shall brave any wrath.
I shall so kindle your flame as not to tarnish your fame.
You are my hen laying eggs that I won’t cut for flesh.
Just be as my darling. Enough. That is my wish.
06.04.2000, Mannarghat
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