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The unmatched alliance
He is my friend, a relative too.
He has a daughter, lovely too.
He had a notion that I shall nod
To having her for my son to wed.
I didn’t have it to happen
Not that he is low in rank
That he is, but by virtue
Of alliance he’d grow equal.
09.02.2005
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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