Vikram Seth

(20 June 1952 - / Kolkata / India)

Octet - Poem by Vikram Seth

You don't love me at all? O God. O Shit.
You still 'respect me.' Thanks. I value it
About as much as one who's asked to use
A second hat when he's in need of shoes.
Since, I discover, my own self-respect
Is quite enough to keep my spine erect
Why is it true my ample self-affection
Will not suffice to buoy me in rejection?

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  • Rookie Darshan Shah (1/4/2013 4:22:00 AM)

    a dismay silently expressed.......... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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