You who might have been in love with ten odd women
But without any pangs of shame held on to her
Like a wild orchid that is tight-shut in a five feet old Egyptian vase
It is a man of skill who fights when half the pulse is gone
No matter what they say and how they do
You have become one with the shadows of memories
They are there in plenty not as lilies that have lost its smell
Spruced and full of light refusing to go with time
Where is the chrysalis that has shaped my knowledge?
When my own flesh has been in the company of strangers
How is it that I speak with such confidence only of you
One who was never mystified by my absence?
Ranu Uniyal lives in Lucknow, India. Poetry keeps her going and is as much a part of her life as her love for humanity. She is a Professor of English at Lucknow University. She has two books of poems: Across the Divide and December Poems to her credit.