poet Vikram Seth

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 slave. One word, and I obey.
But please don't slurp your morning brew that way.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Manonton Dalan (1/28/2016 11:15:00 PM)

    physical love /////// nice

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (1/28/2016 4:57:00 AM)

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

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

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