The heart travels safe
Dear Lady! Give me your heart,
Or, at least, a part. Don’t be tart.
Lend me your palm, not the red lips.
Enough, it can give me much kicks.
You may like reaching my two arms
So as, from the cold, to feel warm.
Hapless soul I’m; helpless you are.
See. Lending heart is risk-free.
Dear Lady! Give me your heart.
To win over it’s my apple cart.
Others’ notice can be at naught.
Without fear can sail your heart.
I do crave you; it is a fact.
You can’t desist, nor can accept.
It is safe to lend me your heart,
If not hand, the stake being least.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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