My Sandal Wood Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

My Sandal Wood



I groomed your feelings
For more than a decade,
And the time it is about to ripen,
You have grown past the lustre.
I have grown past the vigour.
Yet, I want you,
Not as a fruit but as a sandal wood,
Not to consume bur for perfume.
25.05.2002, pakd

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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