The Moving Mass Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Moving Mass



Be they caterpillars or ants,
They move in processional lines,
Each one following the other,
With the same pace and same rhythm
Without minding where they’re led to.
Any mass movement is like that.
So are religious enterprises.
19.03.2013

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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