The Kind Of The First One. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Kind Of The First One.



It is only her second trip.
A mother of teenage girls,
Dwarf, fat, homely and expressive,
She talked the business,
And later hinted her interest in me.
Fully charged, I drew her near.
Pinch and press were admitted.
She left her contact number.
I marveled at me narcissistically
Chandrica is a windfall.
03.05.2002,

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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