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A wilted death
Rain gluts the thirsty roots.
Flies glut the lizards’ hunger.
Man’s life gluts his death when
He has enough, enough women
To woo, court and conquer..
Otherwise it is a wilted death.
25.05.2000, Palakkad
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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