Intolerance. - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
She benefits from the sun
When it is a day,
From the moon at night,
Or from stars in new moon day.
No adultery, no rivalry.
So does she, when she reacts
With a sun at home,
A moon in office or stars elsewhere.
Where is adultery?
Why should there be any intolerance.?
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