Play Not On Me Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Mere the name of you
When someone mentions
Why should I go berserk?

The very face of you
Even after you left me,
Why should I hang on?

The seat you sat on,
Whenever I cross over,
Tells me your presence. Why?

You’re no more obliged.
I’m no more privileged.
Yet I pursue the mirage. Why?

The more you neglect
The more you titillate.
I grow desperate. Why?

You know- why?
You want to be
Merely a spectator.

You know- why?
You want only me
To play and amuse.

Play with me
But not play on me.
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