Miseries Grow Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Miseries Grow



How much is too much? How much is enough?
One is conditioned to search for the line.
It's as uncertain as the time of death.
So rivalries up; miseries crop up.
26.03.2012

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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