Visalakshi- Final Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

He and she fell in love at seventeen.
It was their maiden love and maiden kiss.
Such a graceful girl he hadn’t seen before.
She fell for him in a total surrender.

An oval face, yellowish skin so soft,
A smart walk, intelligent talks so sweet,
And a simplicity turned modernity,
She made him her slave to become his slave.

Seven years later, they married severally,
In the same year, unknown to each other.
She went out of trace and out of pursuit.
Twenty two years off, he’d an itch for her.

As a detective, he located her,
By when she was a mother of four kids,
A girl and a boy yet to be married.
Revival of contact was established.

At sixty six she lost her husband killed
In a car accident, and her widowhood
Didn’t encourage shortening my distance.
Later she fell to a kidney failure.

She died at her home at her seventy four.
A light that kept him on constant focus
With delight and regret was off yesterday.
He felt he’s a widower at her death.

Her mother was the only eye witness
To the episode and no one else since then.
The episode was unborn to her spouse
Or any later; be it so forever.
26.06.2015