Watering The Weed Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Watering The Weed
Pipers and drummers were playing,
Engrossed in their act, displaying
Their skill in various hard learned ragas,
In a marriage procession down the street.
But it fell on deaf ears as water to weeds.
People wanted the sound, not the music.
Pipers and drummers were playing
For their money, their souls elsewhere.
People want sound, not music in a function.
30.09.2000
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