The heart is thirsty
Like any maiden waiting,
I too had nurtured a dream
Like roots seeking water,
Like leaves waiting for the sun
And like buds expecting bees.
The rain came but in floods.
The sun came but to scorch.
The bees came but to skip.
My heart too is thirsty.
10.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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