The Results Are Not Minded. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Results Are Not Minded.



Death is certain; we don't expect it.
We go empty hand; we don't think of it.
Fame is a bubble; we don't muse of it.
Forbidden love; we won't dropp it.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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