Cry Of The Man Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Not that I had none
Or that bad is mine,
I want your toy.

Not that mine is broken
Or that it is slackened,
I want your toy.

Not that yours is rare
Or that it is super,
I want your toy.

That yours is strange
And in your range,
I want your toy.

Not for an exchange
But for a change,
I want your toy.

Lest you should covet
I shall keep a vigil
Over my own toy.

I can’t elope with yours.
I can’t abduct it.
Yet I want your toy.

You won’t spare it.
You won’t sell it.
Still I want your toy.

Let me play behind.
You lost no joy.
You lost no toy.

It is the cry of man
in ethics ridden clan.
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