Patience dies

I am here; you are there.

Had we been hares

By now we could have crossed over.

But we are only tortoises.

For my every ten steps

Had you put one step forward,

Then too, time could not have been far

For to reach other, my dear.

Had you been stationary,

My reaching you would have been sure.

But you retreat two steps

For every step you put onward.

Must I turn myself a hare

So that I can be fast there?

30.10.99, Palakkad