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.