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The castle built
You had left me.
I felt quite sad.
It gave me pleasure yet
That I would live in your thought.
Now if you treat me
Like a left-over
My sorrow will go;
With that does my pain.
Also with it, my pleasure.
And you, too, from my brain.
You will have no pleasure
Of captivating me any more
Castles built
Will be split.
04.10.99
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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