Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

Be in ultra modern jeans, with hair cropped,
Be in curves with a bikini, with hair cascading,
Be in swimming suit, with hair dripping,
Be in top and middy, with hair thrown back,
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When I shared her presence, I was in exuberance.
When I left her, her absence kept me in excellence,
As I mediated on the essence of her presence,
Experienced in our romance, a rare occurrence.
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There hangs on a wall in a class room,
A portrait of a royal lady, who would look
At you from whichever angle you sit.
Each one fancies she only at him looks.
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When you win or lose
In a game of love,
What in the end remains?
A recollection of pleasures
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A woman looks out for a man as best as she can
And is content with him without a wavering mind.
A man seeks as many women as he can reach
And ends as insatiable in spite of having them.
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He enjoys broadcasting her love for him.
She rejoices in confining it between them.
He leaves evidence; she hides it with prudence.
She likes fishing with her hand not wet.
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He so loved his wife in depth
That he couldn’t imagine her death
Or the spectre of its aftermath.
She died. He married another
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The dimple in her elbow,
More hollowed by her flesh
Bulging on her upper arms,
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I had made several leaps and
The fruit stayed too high to reach.
Had I aimed at those with in my reach
I would have got as many as my leaps.
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