Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. (June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)
Is not man fortunate?
Lions are kings and held in esteem.
What are their fates when they are old,
Weak, ailing or just handicapped?
They can’t catch preys and die starving.
No one is to feed or care them.
No right to hold or inherit;
No old age home, nor asylum;
The same is to all except man.
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