The Belated Joy Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Belated Joy



Of the lot, Preetha was the youngest,
The fairest, the most dignified.
Now I heard she had had liking for me.
I wish I knew it ere I left the arena.

We go ignorant of the love
Someone has nurtured for us,
And leaving the pavilion,
We feel loss when we learnt of it.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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