The want of love
Brothers and sisters have grown rich
And opted out of my influence.
So is the case with my children too.
My wife has emigrated from me.
I’m no longer in their focus
Nor are they in my focus too.
They and I see each other’s shadow.
I could buy love from the poor
With favours, which are too costly.
I’m desperate for women’s love,
Which is is locked by younger elements.
I could neither give nor get love.
No comfort is as good as love.
The want of love hastens one’s death.
14.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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