Paradox Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

He never touched her limbs;
But she ever touched his heart.

She is not a paragon of beauty;
Yet to him she is par excellence.

She never spoke to him love;
Yet her every word is love.

It is before him that she blushed;
It is before her that he flushed.

They spoke less and chatted less;
But ocean of tacit feelings crossed.

She is the cause for his hundred poems,
And is the source of his youthful rhythm.

That much none kindled her;
That much none stirred him either.

His gain of her is immense;
Vice versa she only knows.

He let her know like ‘water in glass’;
She is yet to let her cat out of the bag.

Their paths would lead nowhere;
Still he treads on only that way.

Why is this paradox,
From their orthodox?
No law is for stimulus.
Both ways it is perilous.
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