Die As Rosy. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Die As Rosy.



Time has capacity to rub the past.
The limping old is not known for his rosy youth
Nor the booming old for his dirty youth.
See that you die as one rosy, dirt unknown.
29.07.2003

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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