Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Poems

He died at ninety two miserably,
Subjected to curses, humiliations,
Neglects, together with immobility.
His mother, if alive, would have wept.
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I haven’t felt pain when I pelted
But I feel pain when I am pelted.
At my old age I will be pelted
By those who by me have been pelted.
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Religions are built on hypotheses.
Histories are built on hypotheses.
Science is discovering on hypotheses.
Hypotheses are believed to be true.
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A woman hooks a man in many ways.
A wife books him under dowry case.
A maid shakes him under molestation.
A colleague sends him for sexual harassment.
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I am a football; so is everyone.
Births dropp us and deaths take us. In between
We are tossed by legs that are forces,
Into space and ground pulled by gravity.
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As I grow I scrap my clothes.
As I grow I dropp my kiths.
As I grow I change my views
And also edit my scripts.
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The happenings are not predetermined.
They are mere outcome of reactions
Of actions and counter actions produced
From the clashes of different interests.
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I write, rewrite, edit, amend and scrap.
Each script comes with changed views and ideas.
Each script bears different visions and versions.
No one is constant in one’s view through out.
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It is shame to lie; it is shame to steal.
It is indecent to be greedy too.
You must teach your kids thus in their schooling.
Integrity, not prosperity,
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Be less than human in harshness
And more than human in kindness.
Spirit of tolerance be greater
Than the strength of deliverance.
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