Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

Gold Star - 5,167 Points (June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar. Poems

8481. Your Envy Is My Pride. F 1/8/2012
8482. Your Faculties 4/14/2011
8483. Your Force Is A Part In The Result. 3/17/2011
8484. Your Fortune 11/29/2010
8485. Your Identities 6/29/2011
8486. Your Identity Is With Your Spouse. 5/3/2010
8487. Your Intelligence 9/24/2011
8488. Your King Is Your Slave. 5/31/2009
8489. Your Legacy 9/24/2011
8490. Your Love Makes Me Shy. 1/15/2010
8491. Your Mirth In Mating 12/5/2010
8492. Your Name To Die 10/2/2010
8493. Your Place Is Your Heaven. 1/11/2010
8494. Your Position 8/14/2010
8495. Your Productions 10/19/2010
8496. Your Prowess Up [adult] 1/13/2013
8497. Your Rivals 3/21/2009
8498. Your Strength 4/18/2009
8499. Your Time 2/12/2010
8500. Your Time Matters 4/7/2011
8501. Your View Of Me Is Not In My Hand 10/14/2010
8502. Your Visit A Balm 6/22/2010
8503. Your Wish Is Of No Value 3/25/2011
8504. Your Woman 3/25/2011
8505. Your Woman Is A Chestnut 12/17/2009
8506. Yours Is Not The Sole Cause 1/9/2009
8507. Yours Is The Basic 1/4/2009
8508. Yours Not In Your Hand 1/15/2010
8509. Youth Covers Up Immaturity 11/13/2009
8510. Youth Is Blind 12/5/2009
8511. Youth Is Temporary. 3/5/2011
8512. Youth, Not Dance Is Watched 7/12/2010
8513. Youthfulness Vital 7/26/2010
8514. Youths Are Castrated 1/25/2012
8515. 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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