Don’t Count Before Hatching Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Who would be there to help me in the end?
When would be those fatal days for my end?
Not to take chances, I extra pleased them:
Aunts and uncles; brothers and sisters;
Sons and daughters; more their children.
Even nieces and nephews were not sprayed.
Friends and neighbours were picked to add in the list.
I did not harvest any seeds I’d sown
As either they left me or I left them.
I pass my end alone in an asylum.