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The chic’s escape
He is her pursuer against her will.
Chased by him, she stumbled on a stranger.
Sensing the stranger, she opted for her foe.
She feared the stranger more than the foe;
She feared the lover more than the stranger.
Fire to frying pan and then to scorching sand;
The foe cooled and turned a savior.,
Whose affection she couldn’t repudiate.
The chic found its way from the hungry eagle.
08.08.2010
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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