Post Visalakshi Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

She and I couldn't marry to have a child
In which would run her blood and mine mixed.
Her daughter and my son could have married
So that their child would inherit our blood.
Her son's son is fit for my son's daughter.
I am not as keen as I should be; maybe
She is no more and whom for I must act
As our teenage love is unknown to them.
I miss the chance to get a great grandchild
In which would run her blood and mins in trace.
24.10.2021