Dedicated to my Muse, Nandita
for being herself
I wonder, how selfless can true love be
and how selfish it must be to survive!
Well, perhaps love too, a lot like poetry,
can wear both these faces at the same time!
Weaving selfless poems from the weariness,
the fever and the fret of this cruel world,
remaining hidden in their thoughtful mess,
poets often are so selfishly absurd!
And sincere love my dear is much the same,
a selfless lover and selfish beloved combined,
selfless to give and selfish to retain
and in loving you that is what I have in mind!
Forevermore let my heart and soul declare thee
a poet’s true love, his divine muse and humble poetry!