Your position

To me,

Some are nothing,

Some are pleasing,

Some are tempting

But only you,

Who’re intoxicating.

You are

To many, nothing,

To some, pleasing,

To a few, disturbing

But only to me,

You’re maddening.

To you

Many are nothing,

Some are interesting,

A few are inspiring

But only I,

Who am disturbing.

It is not your fault;

It is my vulnerability.

It is not my fault:

It is your magnetizing.

Let fate be put to be at fault.

05.11.99, Kottayam