For What Are They? Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

For What Are They?



‘What does it matter if my rounded breasts,
As luscious as mangoes, do not get locked
With the iron palms of the lord I covet? '
Thinking heavily, she went to bed.
07.06.2017

Monday, June 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
Close
Error Success