Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Isolation is not the salvation


You have no beloved- a sensual isolation.
You are not a beloved- an emotional isolation.
You have no friends- a physical isolation.
You are not a friend- a spiritual isolation.
5.11.2000, Pmdi

Submitted: Monday, July 05, 2010

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  • David Beckham (7/5/2010 10:39:00 PM)

    Very thought provoking..The mental images this poem creates are akin to holding something hot. You have no choice but to put it down! ! ! ....Much the same with this piece, I'll have to take a minute, let it sink in and viola, the message hits home...'you can choose to make isolation is a state of mind! ! ' (Report) Reply

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