Bedroom Door Is Shut. - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
Seeing you at my yard, I accosted.
Meeting you at my threshold, I talked.
Receiving you in the hall, I chatted.
Letting you in, I gave you a dinner.
Taking it granted that I would consent,
If you enter my bedroom, you’re mistaken.
It doesn’t mean that I was faking love to you
But that my guilt has shut the bedroom door.
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