Who Will Forgive Them? Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

A mother of the twelve
And a father of the thirteen
Fell in love with each other,
So irresistibly,
At their work spot
And eloped themselves,
Enjoyed themselves elsewhere,
In their short honeymoon,
And returned and then hanged
From a tree, with their palms
Grasping even in death.
It being a real incident,
The odds against them
Were much more than
Those against any Romeo and Juliet.
Yet, who will forgive them?
02.10.2007