A Rose With A Prickle Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

A Rose With A Prickle



To pursue the ball, to kick the ball,
And to snatch the ball, is a thrill.
Of course, to lose it, to be snatched off
And to fail to goal, puts you in peril.
Deny you not the pleasure, fearing the failure.
A peril after a thrill, if at all, is good.
17.03.2001, Pmdi

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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