Duty Till Farewell Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

With the last born having settled in life,
I thought my duty in life was over.
Then came the attending of my parents
In their old age, a stressing experience.
With that I thought my duty was over.
Then came the nursing of my wife struck
By a fatal illness, a taxing experience.
With that too, my duty was not to be over.
Sucked of sap, I have to keep my offspring
In good humour, a wounding experience.
The last one is a duty without heart
And yet is sweet as the last exercise.
03.01.2015