Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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

Sorrow has joyful shadows


Had I not crafted your company
No sorrow could have crept in.
Had you not shelved your consent
No sorrow might have stayed in.
The game is lost; the play is lost.
Finality of our separation is certain.
Yet the reminiscence stands to gain.
13.03.2001, Pmdi

Submitted: Thursday, February 25, 2010
Edited: Saturday, March 06, 2010
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  • Indira Renganathan (2/25/2010 3:47:00 AM)

    The depressed state of mind....you've crafted very well...love and hate are twin children...only tolerance can monitor them...excellent write (Report) Reply

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