Gold For The Old Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Gold For The Old



Tender flesh and tight grip
Of a teenage girl
Had really made the old one
Grow a virulent lad
In vigour and spirit
And reminded the taste
That he had decades back.
A rare gold for the old.
20.08.2000, Madras

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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