The Savings For The Old Age. - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
Your son will rob you
If you over live.
Your son will kill you
If don’t part with.
Someone will do it
In case you have no sons.
Savings made for the old age
Is deterrent at the old age.
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