CONFESSION
Anasuya is the one I loved and carried home with me.
When barely out of school I saw a raging world emerge.
Her smile lit up her eyes that seared my life and sealed my
love,
Her voice rings, like bells miscarried into the afterlife.
Years have passed, my fingers still remember,
And touch her daunting flesh my mind has drawn afresh.
She wasn’t who she was; became each woman people saw.
I was only one, but she was all; her name was different
every night.
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