The ember fanned
I had with you a hearty contact
In the audio medium,
Running over minutes,
And I was fully charged.
We enlarged it to engage each other
By speaking much nonsense,
Save the one from which I discerned
That you were eager to see
Me on some pretext
In your campus as before,
And that you granted me a boon
To see you at your den. Enough.
I am living, not dying.
26.01.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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