The sleep had left me the day
You were destined to get
away.
It has been to me an Iron
day.
After tormenting seventy
days,
At last the sleep came to me
the day
You paid us a visit with
family
And granted me a few wishes,
Notwithstanding your virtual
exit.
In that beyond doubt I felt
Me, you have not left
Though the venue you had
left.
It is to me a Silver day.
I was fully engrossed the day
We paid you our family visit
When I was granted touches
Of your arm and hand,
A rare fortune ever
importuned.
It is to me a Golden day.
Diamond-day and Platinum-day
Are ahead in our way
When you are on my arm
And me, in your palm.
To return from half way
trodden
Is as effortful as to have full way trodden.
Then, why not a full way trodden?
Retreat not, lest the treasure be thrown.
21.07.99, Palakkad
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