Emotion Is Not A Weed Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Emotion is the fountain of misery.
Emotion is the fountain of joy.
Can you throw the rose for its prickle?
Good and bad are kept away
When you are stoic and nonchalant.
Rocks then aren’t different.
Let the rain and the sun beat you.
Then you need not laugh and weep.
Instead, just chuckle and sulk.
Then you are not tossed high and dry.
Emotion, you grow it as a herb.
Then you fail to see it as a weed.
28.04.2001, Pmdi