Food And Hunger Go Wasted Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Food And Hunger Go Wasted



Cheep is she, who I can get.
But to get access, my pride forbids.
The other is worthy to befriend.
But to get her, her pride forbids.
The withered fruits lie unpicked.
The hanging fruits are untouched.

The fruits are in decay.
My hunger is in dismay.
6.11.2000, pmdi

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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