Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

The poet is a child, emotion ridden.
The critic is a teacher, a check dam.
The poet bursts to cry or weep.
The critic stands there with a whip.
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That day is the day with rebound of joy.
She waited as I told, and had my call.
The same flavour was in her talk, I saw.
Her love hasn’t gone stale by time and space.
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It is a welcome sign that women strive hard
In all walks of life to be equal to men.
Also it is a dangerous sign if it reaches
To the extent of being equal in masculinity.
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There is hue and cry for woman’s emancipations.
All women shout for it at men who they thing are the cause.
It is their mothers-in-law, sisters-in-law and
The elder women who are the oppressors,
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To my mother that I love my wife dearer,
And to my wife that I have crush for another,
I can’t confess and hence hide them and lie.
Everyone lies. Everywhere lays lie.
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Send your girl with a boy.
She returns to you safely.
She might not, with an uncle,
Who has grown with guilt tamed.
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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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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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