I rented my house
To some tenants, chosen in series,
Who still live in my memories.
On rent in some other houses
Too, they could have lived
And stayed in those owners’ memories.
No chance for me to re-rent to them,
No chance for them to reenter mine,
With blocked communications
And choked emotions,
Each departs from the world,
Intimacy living in fantasy.
10.06.2000, Palakkad
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