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Flower, not the stalk
No matter what flower you are,
Or where from you spring,
If you have in you nectar,
In search of which will swarm the moths.
No matter what girl you are,
Or to what creed you belong,
If you are in prime youth
In search of which will throng men.
Whether white or chocolate,
A racehorse is delightful to watch.
Whether whitish or coalfish,
A curvaceous woman is catchy.
Youth and figure dropp one’s stalk.
06.12.2000, Plkmundi
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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