Translated from Hindi by Anita Gopalan

They were here at the same time as we were.
All hours are their hour.
But ours, too.

I love that your eyes are crossed
And that your soul has a crossing.

Creating ambushes, hunting traps, to catch a little bit of love, that’s how you spend your time.

The last time I saw you / you looked like a sigh lost / in the pages of some comic.

Sometimes I think becoming a mother destroyed me.