Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

Gold Star - 23,687 Points (June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

The Return Of Prodigal Sleep - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

The sleep had left me the day
You were destined to get away.
It has been to me an Iron day.

After tormenting seventy days,
At last the sleep came to me the day
You paid us a visit with family
And granted me a few wishes,
Notwithstanding your virtual exit.
In that beyond doubt I felt
Me, you have not left
Though the venue you had left.
It is to me a Silver day.

I was fully engrossed the day
We paid you our family visit
When I was granted touches
Of your arm and hand,
A rare fortune ever importuned.
It is to me a Golden day.

Diamond-day and Platinum-day
Are ahead in our way
When you are on my arm
And me, in your palm.

To return from half way trodden
Is as effortful as to have full way trodden.
Then, why not a full way trodden?
Retreat not, lest the treasure be thrown.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, August 16, 2010


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