The object of love changes
Once when I was a lad
My mother was my cynosure.
Then my wife, then my children.
Now at my old age,
It is my tiny granddaughter,
Who alone now requites her love.
14.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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