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The death of the dream
You have granted me your glances
You have sanctioned your premises
You haven’t been in reluctance
To feed my psycho sex romance.
I dream that it would carry me
To the corporal intimacy.
I dream that it would carry me
To where we can be one in two
And two in one and then only one.
I dream that it would carry you
To elope with me to be mine.
I know that it is only a dream.
I don’t feel it only a dream
As long as you don’t slow down
The wheels of love set in motion.
Having felt that it ran off petrol,
I find a sudden death of my dream.
No longer will you enthuse me.
The dead woman is not brought
To a man’s fantasy in sex.
09.06.2007
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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