A Prostitute Is An Institute. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

More than a sage, more than a slave,
She has tolerance to bear.
More than an ass, more than an ox,
She has patience to steer.
More than a Nirvana, more than a Paripurna, [purity]
She stands blatant before the mass.
More than a priest, more than a Christ,
She prevents the sins of men.
More than a scavenger, more than a downpour,
She cleans the dust of men.
More than a dustbin, more than a ditch,
She collects the waste of men.
She is untouchable, but not in privacy.
She is the candle, losing to the mass.
She is the saviour of women’s chastity.
All slang her as prostitute
And learn art in that institute.
Let her be a woman of respect,
As much as a housewife is.
She’s more virtuous than the wife
Whose morals are susceptible..
10.05.2001, Pmdi