The Myth Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
The Myth
Being receptive to my heed
You rejected not my love.
In value, I’m appreciated.
For that you’re not depreciated.
By my deeds and words
You were kindled to bloom.
In value, you’re appreciated.
For that I ’m not depreciated.
By body and sense, either
way, were not we tinted?
But
Hearts are beset;
Minds are septic;
Thoughts are haunted;
Feelings are crippled;
Path is bleak.
Are we not depreciated
Each for the other
To get the other appreciated,
By feeding the other?
It is a myth to think otherwise.
13.06.99, Palakkad
Y not be complementary angles to make the full circle, then think of depreciated for the sake of others appreciation..........nice thinking...............
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5/4/2024 11:41:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beatiful rythm. I wish the myth you write about, still remains a myth Laura