The young widow
Not an apple, stolen and bitten,
Not the wine, sore and spit,
But a Villa, just lived in
And emptied is a widow
She is a refined Villa,
Hence a refined virgin.
A widow is much renowned.
26.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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