Biography of Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
I was born in Aravayal, a village near Karaikudi, in Sivaganga District, Tamil Nadu, India, on 15th June 1942. My parents are Ramanathan aka Malikozhundu Chettiat and Muthulakshmi aka Kamalam Achi. My wife is Alagammai aka Tharmambal Achi. I have a son, Suresh and a daughter Sudha, both having their families. Now i reside in chennai. email firstname.lastname@example.org and email@example.com
I am a graduate in Botany in Alagappa College, Karaikud and had served in the rubber board, a govnt. body, for 38 years. I have been writing poems since 1995 and i have in this site nearly seven thousand nine hundred poems as on April,2014, some being published in the periodicals of my department and in the annuals of the Chennai poets' circle, Chennai, where i serves as Secretary. My poems cover romance, love, human relations, philosophy. Almost all the poems are short, sharp and telegraphic, conveying naked message.An atheist.
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Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.'s Works:
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- Realistic goals -new-
- The disturbing force -new-
- Women rediscover. -new-
- Give guilt chances. -new-
- Truly holy -new-
- Be held high -new-
- To please to live -new-
- Choosy for mercy -new-
- Uniqueness of life energy -new-
- No more wrong -new-
- Passion: pro and con -new-
- Remember The Forgotten. -new-
- Artificial are plays.
- Evolution in sexual acts
- A Woman Forty Plus Aspires
- Be Grateful
- Where should women fight?
- Cleopatra’s glory
- Child is one’s extension.
- The inability
- To conserve energy
- Love without being discontent
- Faith and Trust
- A woman’s delicacy
- A beggar I am.
- The Proximity
- Fear eats happiness.
- An adult is still a child
Crime must cove crime
A woman of passion married a king,
Who, a widower, fell for her beauty.
Consumed by passion, madness in heart,
She could not but love his son, so robust,
‘And wanted to bend the stiffness of his will.’
She began to tempt him with all her assets
And miserably failed to seduce him.
Bitten by the rage, born out of ignominy
Of being neglected and pride wounded,