Roof Is The Floor Of Upper House - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
Dear son, at your birth,
At your school admission,
At your college entrance,
At each stage of your progress,
I beamed with pride
That I built a nest to rest in
If and when I go invalid
Till I rather late realized
That the time you had your family,
That you wanted to use the nest
To bring up your progeny.
Rather than providing me a sanctuary.
Every old one collapses likewise.
Of course, you are my extension.
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