Grafted in different stalks,
I, late in life, you still in
middle,
We met rather late, yet
unable to hate.
Pleasant are we, each in
other’s company
Pleasant can ever we be? Not
sanctified.
Pleasanter can we be otherwise?
Doubtful.
I wish I were born two
decades earlier
And wish I met you a decade
ago.
Mmm… Your mate is fortunate.
11.02.99, Palakkad
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