The Old Grows Mad. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
The Old Grows Mad.
Old man is in rage,
For, over ages,
His store of knowledge
And the acquired skill
Lie in waste,
With no takers in sight.
More mentally,
Than physically,
He fast grows sick.
31.05.2001, Pmdi
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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