Wednesday, April 13, 2005

And again ...


What can I say to you? How can I retract
All that that fool, my voice, has spoken -
Now that the facts are plain, the placid surface cracked,
The protocols of friendship broken?

I cannot walk by day as now I walk at dawn
Past the house where you lie sleeping.
May the sun burn away these footprints on the lawn
And hold you in its warmth and keeping.

- Vikram Seth

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