Dying So Late Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Dying So Late



To die at ninety three that my father did
Is a bad thing in that I cannot live
Many years to remember him and
Hold his death anniversary many times.
07.07.2011.

Friday, September 2, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: anniversary,father,remember
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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