The Oat And Grass Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Oat And Grass




Some come, sit, bite and flee
Before being caught.
I lose my blood.
Some come, sight, chat and slip
Before being sought.
I lose my bread.
As I am unable to be they
I am not they.
25.02.2004

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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