The second last to fill the random poetry week that’s lost, is from Vikram Seth’s poetry book Mappings. This copy, too, came from Writers Workshop.
– Vikram Seth
I willed my love to dream of me last night
That we might lie
At peace, if not beneath, a single sheet,
Under one sky.
I dreamed of her but she could not alas
Humour my will;
It struck me suddenly that where she was
Was daylight still.
Alas, too, that modern-day relationships are exactly like this!