Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Fear of Yema


In me dies the fear of God.
He is to me mere a witness.
In me dies the fear of men.
Their backs are well discernable.
In me dies the fear of women
As I got rid of my shame.
In me dies the fear of dark
As I know the light as a quilt.
In me dies the fear of space,
Found alike under dome and tomb.
In me lies the fear of Time;
Yema is sighted in the yard.

Fear of Yema
Kills love of all.
[Yama is the Hindu God that terminates one’s life. Riding on a buffalo, he execute,
Without a hearing or mercy.]
15.03.2005

Submitted: Saturday, September 26, 2009
Edited: Monday, October 12, 2009

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