Which Is Chaste? Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.

My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.

My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.

Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?

No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.

The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.

The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.

Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.

Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.

Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.

Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
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