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The separation looks like death.
On the shore when we were,
We were close, across the boat,
Visions of us not blurred.
Now the boat carries me east.
From my view you drift,
Fading in phase your face.
I have to lose you forever.
Reunion, revival and renewal
Out of sight, I can’t digest.
What one feels in death-bed,
I felt when I left you.
17.10.2000
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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