Were I a mild and temperate being
with no secret longing
tearing through
the carefully bred silk of myself

Would I stand a better chance with you?

The comforts of an adequate existence
surround me, and I drown.

O Raameshtaaya!

You who have known the love most extreme
must surely know
a simple cure for my ills.

Listless,
racked by love for I know not what
I await
your healing touch.