Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

Pleasure or pain
Is born out of brain.
Grief or ecstasy,
Tears or laughter,
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One seed dies to produce million.
Not to lose is not to gain.

Some die to redeem the rest.
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Gregarious is not the tiger.
Gregarious is not the Banyan.
So is any brave man.
Gregarious is only deer and grass,
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Licking the boot, humble to serve,
Or indulging in art and sex!
Strokes, one had not enough.
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Were you to want
A perpetual harmony
With your spouse
Never probe her past,
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I played for long a concord
But ended with a discord.
The listener turned inimical.
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The girls revealing,
Men seek them to sleep with.

The girls concealing,
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Hello, My dear Vendor!
‘Could you sell me a guitar? ’
‘Why not, come in, my Master!
Take it, a brand new, for a hundred.’
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You nurture, of course, your posture
For a strike, like a match.
Also have in store enough coal,
Once struck, to keep it in glow.
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