I'm back inside the familiar walls,
The room is as cosy as a womb,
This is my favourite spot,
With the window view
Of pigeons circling
The temple tower
And landing deftly - -
I shudder to even think it...
It's a coming back to
With only the heart broken
When it could well have been
An unseeing return on other feet - -
But I want to tell you, if you can understand
I can no more visit the temple
I've sought refuge in, before all this
I can no more go there
Offer worship to the reclining deity
I can never forgive him for what he has done
Or for what he has undone - -
You tell me, because you still wake with his name
How could he let a mate
Who I thought was made for me
Turn suddenly so primate
How could he let him
Vandalise what he had worshipped
Let love turn so soon to hate
A heart to stone
Call time before it was time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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