A Wilted Death Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

A Wilted Death



Rain gluts the thirsty roots.
Flies glut the lizards’ hunger.
Man’s life gluts his death when
He has enough, enough women
To woo, court and conquer..
Otherwise it is a wilted death.
25.05.2000, Palakkad

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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