Sainthood? - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
I need no kind of any love,
Let alone praises or respects.
I need no kind of any sway,
Let alone power and influence.
I need no kind of any thanks,
Lei alone gratitude and remembrance.
My ego has grown with appetite lost.
Am I a wood or in sainthood?
Who knows I have no joy nor sorrow
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