None of my descendants were with me
When I was passing my last days alone.
A servant helped me while I was bed ridden.
I bequeathed him mine all, leaving parents’
16.01.2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the problems of old age and the loneliness is well written here..Thank you for sharing Shanmugam Chettiar..