Images Have No Age. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

My lady-love last seen long ago
Is still young and lovely in her image
That I carry with me over years.

My long lost friend I am indebted to,
Is still young and friendly in his image
That I retain with me over long time.

Heroines of old cinemas enthrall.
My last seen bullies remain so in me.
I too would be to them as I’d been then.

They might have grown beyond recognition.
Changes would have come in their attitudes.
Yet, I’ve anxiety to renew their images.
18.05.2013