Human’s Breasts Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Human’s Breasts



Small or big, dark or fair,
Stiff or soft, erect or bent,
Fresh or used, raw or ripe,
Visible or hidden, revealing or
concealed,
Women’s breasts are men’s feasts,
A unique power unlike other mammals’.
07.12.2004

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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