Avanti

Please go and ask Arti,Avanti if she ever
felt the warm sensations of pleasure and
pain while the monsoon menstruates the months
of May/April?
Nelam go and tell arti my name,my name is not
my name;by whatever name you call a rose `tis
still a rose,my sweetest Prem!
Avanti have you ever seen the ways the shadow
sing,and then sink to Oblivions surrendering
to the Sun unseen?
Nelam have you ever seen the changing of the
color of late Spring;leaves grey,green fall
fall,fall so singly,so sweetly upon the
breasts of the pitch-black-nameless-streets?
Avanti are you born yet?Have you yet witnesed
the pain that tulips hide to resist the
temptations of the serpentile time?
Nelam are you born yet?Have you yat felt the
warm sensations of the sinning Serpent
crawling,creeping,jumping in and out--