Song to a mistress

And if it is guilt
That knocks on this door
After I have left
Make a gift, dear, to him, of
The cup of darkness that we shared
And the bed of wrongs we reveled on
Why bear them all the way to our graves
When they add no honor or wealth
To the mounds of dust you and I are to be
Nor burden them that the winds won’t toss them around!


V K Rajan