The reverse you are. <br /> At eighty or with wife or grandchildren <br /> youth hides in the umbra <br /> a blurred image <br /> shakes hand with the fallen leaf <br /> a retired general <br /> stars and guns are off. <br /> How many times I fondled you <br /> kissed theflowers <br /> followed the flies <br /> caressed the heaps <br /> clasped the thighs <br /> defined love differently. <br /> Feminism haunts here <br /> independence for all I cry aloud <br /> reciprocation is the recipe of love- <br /> all but me was an animal. <br /> I brood like a caterpillar <br /> the elevation of my soul. <br /> Sin or sanctity covers the cabin <br /> I am in it. <br /> That's all. <br /> At eighty that's all. <br />Keshadurapal; 18/11/2010<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-to-caterpillar/
