Obsession With The Beloved Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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The Tanjore Tower’s shadow
Never falling on the earth
Is not a loan wonder.
Your shadow falling on the earth
Too is equally a wonder.

Whenever I come to you face to face,
Blushing you turn away your face
As if your back is less a beauty.

You walk down holding up
The skirt from kissing the ground.
What would you do saving the skirt
While your pretty soles get soiled?

We melt together,
I in writing your name
And you later in reading it.

All those statues stand still
Only one seems to be on move
When you go round the temple.

Fresh from bath you stand in front.
My mind goes back to trace
How you would have bathed?

The beauty contest is on.
The juries are in confusion.
Yes, you are in the audience.

As diabetes, I denounced sweets.
Could I shunt the kiss I implanted.

How can I teach the butterfly
That revolves around you
That she has mistaken you a flower?

White hair, black teeth,
How well you smile
Even in the negatives?
29.10.2005
(Mani Barathi, from kumutham,29/10/05