Across these miles I wish you well.
May nothing haunt your heart but sleep.
May you not sense what I don’t tell.
May you not dream, or doubt, or weep.
May what my pen this peaceless day
Writes on this page not reach your view
Till its deferred print lets you say
It speaks to someone else than you.
Published with permission from “The Poetry of Vikram Seth”, Speaking Tiger Books.
This selection is curated by Yamini Krishnan.
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