To die of neglect
Till my mother was alive,
I was close to her kin.
Till my father was alive,
I was close to his kin.
Till my wife is alive,
I shall be close to her kin.
In the absence of daughters,
To survive wife is to die of neglect.
10.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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