The indispensable
Your features I read;
My senses were fed.
Your glances I stole;
My heart was warmed.
Your concern I won;
My mind was geared.
In our corporal unison
My spirit will be enlightened.
You are all the seeds
To all my needs.
Were we not arm in arm
I would go love-lorn.
05.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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