India, Sept. 13 -- Am long past my primeYou cannot easily findblack hairs on my thinning greyCataracts have gently filmed myeyeslike sheer curtainsMy nose makes musicwith stuff in my hardening lungsOnce you entered me beautifullyTook long dipsIn my blood streamPrayers of othersEntreaties rather, made you meltSomeone with a pristine soulSomeone else with a wickedSense of humour,I cannot resistSomeone like a teddy bearSomeone with lilac clothes embroideredWith elephants she lovesSomeone who speaks only whenaloneToiled at meYou liked thatYou were indulgentNow come, come to me my loveMy limbs and organs waitFor Your intimate hugSo secret, so blissfulI can recollect that only as I writeOr in silence.Let Your black handshold me like black sutur...