Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. Poems
|8601.||Your View Of Me Is Not In My Hand||10/14/2010|
|8602.||Your Visit A Balm||6/22/2010|
|8603.||Your Wish Is Of No Value||3/25/2011|
|8605.||Your Woman Is A Chestnut||12/17/2009|
|8606.||Yours Is Not The Sole Cause||1/9/2009|
|8607.||Yours Is The Basic||1/4/2009|
|8608.||Yours Not In Your Hand||1/15/2010|
|8609.||Youth Covers Up Immaturity||11/13/2009|
|8610.||Youth Is Blind||12/5/2009|
|8611.||Youth Is Temporary.||3/5/2011|
|8612.||Youth, Not Dance Is Watched||7/12/2010|
|8614.||Youths Are Castrated||1/25/2012|
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.
A rite is an activity
That survives the purpose
For which it had been practiced,
With a stress for identity..