Rise In Life Is A Vanity. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rise In Life Is A Vanity.



Every rise in your status
Makes you rigid to stoop.
Love that in-flows is false.
Love that out-flows is stagnant.
At last, you end up as useless,
An empty barrel in vanity.
A creeper that hardened to a tree.
29.05.2002, pakd

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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