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The memory in the grave
My grandfather went to the grave
With a relief in my getting a son
Thus ensuring his stock to exist.
He didn’t know my son has no son.
It makes him no difference but to me.
21.06.2004
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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