It Is Sue’s Choice. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

To convert my rapport to love,
I got her a job in a school,
The head of which is my known guy.
I was on wait for the blossom.

That day I saw the school master,
Two decades senior to her,
Place his hand round her fleshy waist
When they walked down, to my dismay.

The intimacy between them
Had been brought about by myself
And who could I blame for my loss?
Must I have an interview with her?

The love in heart couldn’t be spelt.
The sight of her close to him seen
Could not be revealed either.
It is her choice; I can’t demand.
27.09.2010
[inspired by Jude the Obscure of Thomas Hardy]