The Concealed Treasure Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Concealed Treasure



My love is not at fault.
She herself is not at fault.
I am, too, not a reject.
Yet there was no flow
As she, by nature, is a dump.
Being not a deaf and not a blind
To my quest is the only consolation.
Speech therapy, can she learn?

Dumbness erases
not the wetness of heart.
09.06.99, Palakkad.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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