Cotyledons I Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Cotyledons I



The last wish of the poor mother:
Son, don’t spend to cure my illness.
Reserve it to rear your children.
Let me die as cotyledons do.
28.07.2009

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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