Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

A sapling, she and I together grew,
pouring as much affection,
and nourishing with as much caress,
but on a forbidden soil,
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Very few snaps I take of you.
Enough! Each of its negatives
Gives me repeated positives,
Each copy a new lease to enthuse.
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The Beautiful!
Curse not the Ugly,
but for whom
you are not comely!
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In a running train,
sitting opposite, he and she
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Flatten cheeks, sunken breasts,
Thin plait, muscle-less waist,
Neither modern, nor of fashion in posture,
None of which is distinct for beauty.
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Across the fence we stand on looking;
Nevertheless, I can see your glances,
hear your talks, smell your presence,
feel the currents and taste the essence
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She is a rainbow,
each colour not striking,
but as a ensemble outstanding,
her holism alluring!
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Each workday is a full moon;
Each of her appearance is lightening,
Each glance is electrifying.
The work brought us close;
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The woman who might take in you any interest
Would do so only to admit you as her guest
Up to her courtyard or doorstep utmost
And thence no more, which you must not mistrust
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When I had vigour
I had no valour;
When I gathered valour
I had lost my vigour.
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