A New Found Inspiration.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Every day I make my way
Through your lane
To see you, who are so lean,
So smart, so swift,
With drumstick frame.
Your heedlessness
Is the source of attraction.
In simple night dress,
When you move about
In your fore yard,
You refuse to cross my eyes.
One should take more efforts
To ignore a man
Than to notice him.
Hitherto, I succeeded
To let you know my surge
But you never let me know
That you know of it.
Pretence is stimulation.
25.11.2001, Pakd
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