Unclaimed Poem by Vikram Seth
Unclaimed
To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --
To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.
To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.
To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.
To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.
Very good poem. It touches me. I invite you to read my poem Oath and other poems please and write something. Yours, Gajanan Mishra
A fantastic poem. A very different subject and amazingly expressed with perfect simplicity. Thank you.
Not a great idea to be conveyed through a poem. However, there is that specific lack which makes it readable still.
It is a good creation of vikram seth.this is a love poem which touchs heart of the reader
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem shows a sense of alienation with the word 'love' which we all 'love' to talk about..'love your country', your 'man'..the list goes onn! Is it a coincidence that India is suffering from 'brain drain' and 'men'? ? ? ? (arent men from mars)
He is talking on a lighter note. How is India, in particular, suffering from men?