Humbug

Across the fence we stand on looking;

Nevertheless, I can see your glances,

hear your talks, smell your presence,

feel the currents and taste the essence

of your vision, in thought, part by part

and the response I got to my dart.

Notwithstanding the fence, we’re not apart.

Over the fence we do yet communicate.

Corporals are fenced to ensure chastity;

Any fence to forbid sexual amity?

Then why is all this humbug?

10.04.99, Palakkad