Regrets Are Man Made. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Regrets Are Man Made.
A yellowed flower, a withered blade,
A wilted stalk and the dehisced pod,
Having done their cherished works,
Die in neglect without any regret.
Must you regret, the old, the invalid?
02.01.2003
Monday, December 21, 2009
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4/24/2024 6:03:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's interesting... But you may want to consider the possibility that flowers have not the consciousness to regret... The simple fact is that a person is not a flower. You may want to look at my poem 'Human Consciousness'.