The Most Privileged Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Among all, you are the one, only one,
Who spoke less, who showed less,
And who retained still the bridal blush.

Among all, you are the one, only one,
Who possesses all virtues a woman
Should, and to the core is sans flirting.

Among all, you are the one, only one,
Who is reticent in words and deeds,
And is very sensitive to others’ views.

Among all, you are the one, only one,
Who is deft, swift and intelligent,
With a formidable and awful backdrops.

Among all, you are the one, only one,
Who is vamping not but modest,
With a stature, unassailably highest.

Among all, you, such like you, only are,
Whose attention and care I seduced
And in whose heart I took my shelter.

What else, in life, do I want?
Who else could have got that fortune?
It is my pride that still I am in ascent.

Give me or not, your bone and flesh.
Take not from me your love,
For which I have mortgaged my soul.
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