Not On Equal Foot Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Not On Equal Foot



The rose smells to him as it doeth to me.
The moon shows to him as it doeth to me.
Honey tastes to him and to me alike.
All senses work like man's in both of us.

His robe and his accessories laid by,
In blank nakedness, he like me is man.
I fear him, revere him and obey him.
Societies are built not on equal foot.
25.08.2017

Friday, October 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: equality
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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