I had stroked my mind on many.
I had shot my heart at a few.
I had lofted my soul only to you.
I have no more to hit with, further.
I need no one to hit at, any more.
Let me remain as not out with you
In the rest of my verging innings
04.06.99, Palakkad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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