Conscience Is A Virgin. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Conscience Is A Virgin.



As a child, when I stole,
My conscience didn't prick me.
As an adolescent, when I stole,
My conscience pricked me.
As a seasoned man, I seal
With no more pricking.
Conscience is a virgin;
Corrupted, it cannot be restored.
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Saturday, May 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: conscience
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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