Be Childless.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Birth is not bliss but a curse
To itself and the begetters.
It has to encounter death,
Till which fear haunts at each stage.
Its struggle is to postpone death,
Till which it is in disarray.
Meeting death is a high horror.
No more a rebirth is bliss.
Salute to the infertility.
Salute to contraceptives.
23.07.2014
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