How many times, weary of life
Have I slumped betwixt your arms!
How many nights, dreary of life
Have I sought support of your top!
On you, my table, I rested my head
As if you were my lover's chest!
I gripped thee, in anguish so great
As if you were his shoulders broad!
I pressed my breasts, raking with sobs
Hard you were, silent to my woes.
I leave you now; this note, my last,
Let not the winds sweep it off.
***********Balachandran, Trivandrum, 16.05.2009
(Thanks to Kalpana Parashar for the idea)