Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. Poems
|8724.||Your Time Matters||4/7/2011|
|8725.||Your View Of Me Is Not In My Hand||10/14/2010|
|8726.||Your Visit A Balm||6/22/2010|
|8727.||Your Wish Is Of No Value||3/25/2011|
|8729.||Your Woman Is A Chestnut||12/17/2009|
|8730.||Yours Is Not The Sole Cause||1/9/2009|
|8731.||Yours Is The Basic||1/4/2009|
|8732.||Yours Not In Your Hand||1/15/2010|
|8733.||Youth Covers Up Immaturity||11/13/2009|
|8734.||Youth Is Blind||12/5/2009|
|8735.||Youth Is Temporary.||3/5/2011|
|8736.||Youth, Not Dance Is Watched||7/12/2010|
|8738.||Youths Are Castrated||1/25/2012|
|8739.||Zero, The Shoonya||9/27/2015|
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.
The Conept Of The Birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.