Ruing Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Ruing



Grafted in different stalks,
I, late in life, you still in middle,
We met rather late, yet unable to hate.
Pleasant are we, each in other’s company
Pleasant can ever we be? Not sanctified.
Pleasanter can we be otherwise? Doubtful.
I wish I were born two decades earlier
And wish I met you a decade ago.
Mmm… Your mate is fortunate.
11.02.99, Palakkad

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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