Once Accustomed, Comfort Is There. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Once Accustomed, Comfort Is There.



A risky burrow is O.K to a rabbit.
A shaky nest is O.K. to a sparrow.
My humble hut is enough for me.
I have no plan for a Villa.

Fish swim, ducks wade,
Walruses sledge and eagles fly.
I have a bicycle to move by.
I have no plan for a car.

Then why should I work
hard and hard and earn,
with no time to lie and yawn?
20.04.2001, Pmdi

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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