Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

Your child is the apple of your eye.
You are the apple of your mother’s eye.
Not so is it on the reverse.
Biological love is a one way traffic.
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Your child is the apple of your eye.
You are the apple of your mother’s eye.
Not so is it on the reverse.
Biological love is a one way traffic.
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Pipers and drummers were playing,
Engrossed in their act, displaying
Their skill in various hard learned ragas,
In a marriage procession down the street.
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To the request put forth
By the fox to the crow
That if he could sing a song,
The crow, with the cake
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A lame horse and a cute ass were in love.
For the horse, she was cute, though an ass.
For the ass, he was a horse, though a lame.
Both were in love and their love was in tune.
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A butcher cuts goats; a hunter hunts hares.
Some plunder honey; some net fish.
They do not expect punishment of God.
When you’re robbed, will He punish him?
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Young ones are charming; even an ass.
Youth contributes half of the beauty.
The physique gives a quarter.
All the rest is the remaining quarter.
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The boat of love carries us in the ocean of fate.
How far, how long, who knows? We sail,
Neither our hand on the oar, nor in sight the shore.
The boat of love carries us. Let us enjoy it.
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Even a whore has a womanly pride.
Don’t take any woman for a ride.
Her tacit assent can slide to your side
In your piquing not theleast her pride.
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I loved to marry two girls
For their hues and shades but didn’t.
I met them, thirty years after.
I was relieved that I didn’t marry.
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