Pearl Withers Not Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

You shed your charm
So alarmingly.
To me still of charm
You are,
As much as I saw
A decade ago,
The very same in form
When you were with me,
And alike in love and spirit
As you held me then.
Who-else can see you
The way I can?
Who else can admire you
The manner I do?
You are still to me
As you were in prime days.
Bone and flesh are the waves,
Underneath lies the heart, the pearl.
In you I see and I saw
Only the pearl
And changes in waves
In oblivion go.
New admirers might be rare.
Old admirer in me is still there.
Catch up! Glory!
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