Poems By Vikram Seth
Condition I have to speak - I must ! - I should - I ought . . . |
I'd tell you how I love you if I thought |
The world would end tomorrow afternoon. |
But short of that . . . we'll it might be too soon. |
Prandial Plaint My love , I love your breasts, I love your nose |
I love your accent and I love your toes |
I'm your slave. One word and I obey |
But please don't slurp your coffee in that way. |
Interpretion Somewhere within your loving look I sense, |
Without the least intention to deceive, |
Without suspicion, without evidence, |
Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave. |