Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. (June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)
Perfection is not existing.
It is mere the conjure of mind,
Triggered by one’s intelligence.
Discontentment is the result,
Where intelligentsias abound.
A singer cannot enjoy a song
As much as a lay man does.
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