The yellow must remind of its green
Listless and leafless stands the tree outside;
It is an autumn.
Listless and graceless sleeps my wife;
She is in her autumn.
I see the apples yielded by the tree;
They are red and fresh.
I see the daughters delivered by her;
They are lash and fresh.
The tree doesn’t look barren.
So is my wife to me.
Her green shades from her yellow.
23.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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