I was born in Aravayal, a village near Karaikudi, in Sivaganga District, Tamil Nadu, India, on 15th June 1942. My parents are Ramanathan aka Malikozhundu Chettiat and Muthulakshmi aka Kamalam Achi. My wife is Alagammai aka Tharmambal Achi. I have a son, Suresh and a daughter Sudha, both having their families. Now i reside in chennai. email firstname.lastname@example.org and email@example.com
I am a graduate in Botany in Alagappa College, Karaikud and had served in the rubber board, a govnt. body, for 38 years. I have been writing poems since 1995 and i have in this site nearly seven thousand nine hundred poems as on April,2014, some being published in the periodicals of my department and in the... more »
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- Lee Kuen Yew to rest in peace -new-
- Who must be credited? -new-
- Truth is unwelcome. -new-
- Natural justice denied -new-
- Relief is a pleasure -new-
- The fly and the cow -new-
- Exceptionalism -new-
- Friendships across gender -new-
- The cause changes to the effect. -new-
- Transfer of information -new-
- One sided love -new-
- Rama and Krishna -new-
- The sweetest one -new-
- The opposite bank is greener. -new-
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. Poems
A Woman Forty Plus Aspires
I must be the centre of attention And reaffirm my desirability. I must feel validated as a woman And re-experience the romance of love.
Where should women fight?
When a man stole a woman She is branded mud and he a stud. She is reviled and he, envied. She is labeled a harlot and he, a starlet.
Be grateful and be helpful. Be grateful if not helpful. Being ungrateful is bad. Be helpful to one even
Cleopatra was the queen of Egypt; Cleopatra was the queen of beauty. She came to the throne at her eighteen The first century BC witnessed it.
Child is one’s extension.
Love without being discontent
Mere presence is enough To let me know She is there for me.
A beggar I am.
I show my fake smiles To those I seek, To those I cling to To those I fear
Faith and Trust
With a wife not worth your faith And children not fit your trust, You are sick in spite of health And poor in spite of wealth.
Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death. Birth is close to death and not vice versa. Every birth is at the result of a death. Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
Wide cheeks? Let the hair hide the ears. Broad forehead? Let the hair spills in front. Dwarf neck? Let the hair in knot be up. Lanky figure? Let the hair falls on shoulders.
Pride and Prejudice
Elizabeth, I fell in love with you, Without seeing you in person. Without being born in your days, With a figure that I carved of you,
Silent glances and watchful eyes Between two opposite genders In a working place, silently, Would narrate what it should not,
An adult is still a child
A child imitates its mother with air. An adult imitates models to seem fair. A child imagines a child in a doll And enjoys tending it with fantasy.
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A Woman Forty Plus Aspires
I must be the centre of attention
And reaffirm my desirability.
I must feel validated as a woman
And re-experience the romance of love.
Let be burnt the ennui of monogamy.
Let come again the sexual excitement
That I went through at my first night.
Need not the man in focus be a prince,
An emperor nor a millionaire.
Let him be the one I want to be with,
In accordance with my safety,
Proximity and convenience.
Just for a ‘love you leave you alliance.’
Yes, I must waste no time to test my worth
And remain faithful with my husband.