Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. Poems
|8761.||Yours Is The Basic||1/4/2009|
|8762.||Yours Not In Your Hand||1/15/2010|
|8763.||Youth Covers Up Immaturity||11/13/2009|
|8764.||Youth Is Blind||12/5/2009|
|8765.||Youth Is Temporary.||3/5/2011|
|8766.||Youth, Not Dance Is Watched||7/12/2010|
|8768.||Youths Are Castrated||1/25/2012|
|8769.||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.
Relief Is A Joy
To regret is a kind of joy.
To repent is a kind of joy.
To render yourself pitiable
And to lament the loss of yours
Too is a kind of joy.
To long for someone you loved
And pine is also a kind of joy.
They relieve you of the burden.