You did not get my message For you have done some shifting lately. I do not know Your new address Or the changes in you. My news isn't newsworthy, With cliches I always end: I do not dream of my marble castle In the jungle of your tales Under sleepless stars of its own With shadowy pines and gales, I do not hear calls of the wild And take constitutionals too, The neighbours still turn a little mild When they ask after you, Some new jasmines have stopped At my garden you had planted, The leaves have now dropped From the rain-tree you had wanted, Its boughs have now changed wing- New redbreasts have moved in, The old warblers who used to sing Have moved away unsung, unseen. I do not have their new address either.