(No cause for alarm - this was written in 2006.)
What shall I give you for your birthday,
you asked.
Perhaps, if you could get me a painkiller
for the ache inside?
Or a pack of plasters that could
hold together pieces of a broken heart?
Everything else you have given me
is enough to last a very long time.
I can't take any more
from you.
(First posted on anothersubcontinent.com.)
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