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The link will be lost.
You might be blessed with a son,
Who in turn might be with a son.
Can it be ever long since then?
Lost will be the link, now or later.
Above your grand father,
You don’t know any.
Below your grand children,
You aren’t known by any.
Lost will be the identity anyhow.
21.06.2005
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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