Imagination And Memory Of Vision Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

I have not seen her chest,
All the time well wrapped in saree,
I can guess what shape it is.
I have not heard her talk
Love in words or in inks.
I could rehearse the hidden love.
She has not fallen on my arms.
I could still feel her arms.
I could relate to her in every form.
Imagination and impression are the vision
that substitute, each alike to send me
To sexual thought, accompanied by the act.
24.08.2002