The pen and the tongue
I loved your tongue and hence you.
You loved my pen and hence me.
Images unknown, we have loved.
This is called the love of souls.
Once the souls meet and shake hand,
Images will turn agreeable,
Colour and creed dropp their defects
And the marital status turns void.
The pen of mine has pecked you
And the tongue of you has sucked me.
The has happened without a sanction.
Souls in space, no north and no south.
30.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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