When not renewed, it is doomed.

The money I spent on the phone call

could have bought me six packets of cigarettes.

But her voice, ridden with love, fills

My heart full. I have no regrets.

By her words I could see her.

By her tone I could feel her.

A debt not demanded,

and a crop not attended

are lost for ever. So is the love.

Let her calve for one;

For me let her milk.

She has, thus far, not yielded fruit.

She is not barren. She still merits.

22.04.2001