Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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

Is She His Property?


Woman may resent being man’s property;
Woman may refuse to be man’s property.
Man considers woman as his property,
And defends her more than his property.

The king utmost prefers losing his kingdom
To losing his consort in eventuality.
He would not lose his queen, to save his life.
The queen too wants to be his exclusive.

Woman cannot surpass man in loving,
Caring and protecting a woman, sure.
She to him is more than a property.
He to her is more than a proprietor.

The influence you have on someone you love
Gives you a spirit of love and affection.
When man and woman are in embrace of love
Woman doesn’t mind being man’s property.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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