The Grave Pain Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
The Grave Pain
I pleased him and praised him;
I bribed him and trusted him.
It was my hope that he be moved
To grant me boons and fortunes sought.
Once I was sure that he would not budge
I showered on him abuses.
By them he was equally unhurt,
Which made me furious about him.
He is mighty and I’m petty.
The deepest pain one experiences
Is the suffering of one’s helplessness
To hit back, in spite of justification
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