My Past

"My past is inside you,

I know you must be speaking

With him in no one's presence.

Yes,

In response to someone's call,

You must be welcoming him

Inside you with worry.

My past is inside you,

At times,

Becoming the rain,

He must be soaking you,

And at times,

Becoming the unruly Zephyr,

He must be tugging at the edge of your sari.

Yes, you must be concealing him within you,

Nobody must be knowing him,

Nobody must be knowing his caste

or his lineage.

Only you will be knowing

His presence and his touch."