Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

Death is the goal for living things.
Each death has a climax on the eve.
The hero succumbs in the climax.
How horrible it'd be is one's fate.
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‘Won't you chat with me? '
‘Won't you play with me? '
They are awkward questions
Like ‘Won't you love me? '
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Without desire, the world is dry.
Without ego the life is dry.
Desires promote activities.
Activities bring about taste.
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Gita provides three ways to bliss.
Devotion to God is Bhakti Yoga.
Dedication to work is Karma Yoga.
Meditation on Supreme is Jnana Yoga.
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A good seed may fall on a rock and dry.
A weak seed may fall on soil and grow.
A hale plant might brake; a weak one may live.
Might and merit are subject to one's fate.
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After death one goes to Heaven or Hell,
And which of them would be no one is sure.
Hell being worse than the world, which is sweet,
Better value the world and prolong the stay.
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Obscenity is not in the pictures.
Nor is it in the writings and speeches.
Obscenity lies in the perceiver's mind.
The mind is culture bound, forum bound.
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Mother knew well, I thought once.
Father knew well, I thought once.
Teachers knew well, I thought then.
None knew well, I thought at the end.
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To tread the known path is sweet.
To hear the known tune is sweet.
As a habit, doing is easy.
Easiness yields sweetness.
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A slim, fair, tall, young maiden on the stage,
Singing Karnatic music for an hour,
Struck my chord with her grace and modern looks.
Save her head and limbs, no skin was visible.
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