Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

Hide and seek is still a good game.
You are overgrown to enjoy it.
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The time is not far for Indians,
For the virginity to lose its value,
For the divorcee to have social respect
And for a widow to become a bride.
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Parents of sons and daughters,
Of their fame, grew proud.
Minded not by men who throng
Their sons and daughters,
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Man seeks woman for a rest, not for a crush,
For a shade, not for her sap, for surrender,
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Let me come now to your fortress,
Having blinded your inmates.
Let me encounter you at your door,
And take you by arm to your room
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There were four in number,
All younger, one by two tens,
Who all had been with me in some span
And who had given to my scan
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A Nair lady is a honeybee.
She is supreme. The ruling deity
She owns the nest, rules the nest,
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Have you looked at it for an apple tree
And waited for its fruit?
Never mind, think it a vine of jasmine.
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All adulation, care, caress, kisses and bites
Can only kindle and hold woman in fire,
Which has necessarily to be put out by inflow,
Which only has caliber to set burning soul wet.
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Love is nothing but fear.
Love is born out of fear.
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