Love’s First-Night Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Friendships with her gaining ground for some time,
One day when we were sitting across a table,
Waiting for tea in a posh restaurant
I ventured to touch her impulsively.

No sooner did she draw her pink hand
Than I placed my hand on hers in a swift,
Saying, ‘no, no’, contrary to my wish.
Neither naughty nor resentful was it.

There was no such thing that would make a man
Think that he’s done an objectionable thing.
I was relieved that I was not rejected.
To get woman’s nod is the love’s first-night.
25.03.2015

Mother feels fed when she fed her infant.
Lover feels fed when his mouth feeds on her.
Leader feels fed when his ego is fed.
None of these would be an ordinary one.
25.03.2015