Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

Gold Star - 8,530 Points (June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. Poems

8641. Your Identity Is With Your Spouse. 5/3/2010
8642. Your Intelligence 9/24/2011
8643. Your King Is Your Slave. 5/31/2009
8644. Your Legacy 9/24/2011
8645. Your Love Makes Me Shy. 1/15/2010
8646. Your Mirth In Mating 12/5/2010
8647. Your Name To Die 10/2/2010
8648. Your Place Is Your Heaven. 1/11/2010
8649. Your Position 8/14/2010
8650. Your Productions 10/19/2010
8651. Your Prowess Up [adult] 1/13/2013
8652. Your Rivals 3/21/2009
8653. Your Strength 4/18/2009
8654. Your Time 2/12/2010
8655. Your Time Matters 4/7/2011
8656. Your View Of Me Is Not In My Hand 10/14/2010
8657. Your Visit A Balm 6/22/2010
8658. Your Wish Is Of No Value 3/25/2011
8659. Your Woman 3/25/2011
8660. Your Woman Is A Chestnut 12/17/2009
8661. Yours Is Not The Sole Cause 1/9/2009
8662. Yours Is The Basic 1/4/2009
8663. Yours Not In Your Hand 1/15/2010
8664. Youth Covers Up Immaturity 11/13/2009
8665. Youth Is Blind 12/5/2009
8666. Youth Is Temporary. 3/5/2011
8667. Youth, Not Dance Is Watched 7/12/2010
8668. Youthfulness Vital 7/26/2010
8669. Youths Are Castrated 1/25/2012
8670. Zero, The Shoonya -new- 9/27/2015
8671. Zygotic Death 1/23/2010
Best Poem of Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

A Woman Forty Plus Aspires

I must be the centre of attention
And reaffirm my desirability.
I must feel validated as a woman
And re-experience the romance of love.
Let be burnt the ennui of monogamy.
Let come again the sexual excitement
That I went through at my first night.
Need not the man in focus be a prince,
An emperor nor a millionaire.
Let him be the one I want to be with,
In accordance with my safety,
Proximity and convenience.
Just for a ‘love you leave you alliance.’
Yes, I must waste no time to test my worth
And remain faithful with my husband.


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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,

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