Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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

Love is a trade.


When a man is landed up
with a woman of fortune,
to wed her, he is haste
lest some one should usurp.
When he has the upper hand
he is quick for her flesh,
With wedding not in card,
himself not in confidence.

Love is a trade
and is bought by fraud.
25.04.2001, Pmdi

Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Edited: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (3/29/2010 2:04:00 PM)

    An Open-n’-Open truth…trade has got some morality but in today’s Love...Morality?

    May be uncontrolled greed shrouds the Morality culminating in high Mortality of Love…lolol…?
    Thanks for sharing...
    10+
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK (Report) Reply

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