India, Oct. 18 -- Yes, I wanted to go to all the KailasesThe Kedars, singing songs to YouDancing, like a swan on land.I wanted to write about usSo that people would understandThat it is possible, plausibleFor men to be like mothersLove, adore, protectLike a clan grandmotherHe, who had nothing in commonWith meOther than that the careless full moonOn His way to an assignationWith His favourite starSpilt some moonlight on usDrenching our hair silverBut it is okayIt does not matter nowThose mountains will waitPatiently, as they have done, alwaysBooks will be written - and readBy better people than you or meThose few beloved facesI want to save them from painBut still,I want to dieThey say You areThe Universal Mother Kali,You must be mine tooB...