An Uneven Lot Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

My hands are uneven;
The one that seeks is long
And the other that lends is short.

My eyes are uneven;
The one for women is wide
And the other for the poor is weak..

My ears are uneven;
The one for applause is sharp
And the other for critics is weak.

My heart too is uneven;
The left half is fat for lust
And the right is thin for concern
.
Everyone has turned like me;
The fabric is loosening
And selfishness brings ruins.
21.06.2008