The Misfortune Of The Old Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Misfortune Of The Old



Who else will protect me as I’m too old?
I begot a son, who himself grew bald
I got a daughter, who nurses her spouse..
I wish I died when children were young.
22.05.2005

Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: children,daughter,son
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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