The Constipation Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
The Constipation
Pity is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you cleanse your soul.
Being true is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you please your soul.
To part with is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you ease your soul.
To earn, to gain and to count
Are things done with creed and pride
To fill and stuff the soul with.
The soul is the bowel, which’s full
When you’re in the pinnacle.
The bowl must ease out its contents.
Unless you pity, be true
And gift in the path of life,
Your soul has to constipate.
10.10.2006
i gonna defecate my soul.....iwon't waste time more....... even before i feel relaxed 'cause of reading it.. thanks for sharing rgrds/salu
'Unless you pity, be true And gift in the path of life, Your soul has to constipate.' Very interesting, truely said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:25:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very true never thought of it that way, thanks for sharing.Now I gotta do something about it LOl.Very insightful poem, a good read.thanks