Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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

Sex hunger has rebirth.


Those who fell in my arm
Were never by heart warm,
Nor active in bed to warm,
With eyes on fear or alms.

Those who fell in love with
Me, put in me their heart
But refused to share with
Their parts, warned by guilt.

Had one such fallen with me,
How warm I would have been!
How warm I would have made!
We might be hunger-less.

Now the time is over.
Wills for women persist.
Their love for me ceases.
Hungry sex is the bane.

Shall I be born again?
Yes, I shall, nay I should.
Script says one is reborn
Whose desires weren’t burnt.
18.05.2002, pakd

Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2010
Edited: Saturday, January 30, 2010

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