Duty Mars The Happiness.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your eyes are cruelly seductive
But your status is obstructive
And my arms, too, are defective.
Spare me from being kept as captive.
Your lips are equally arresting
But duties are there demanding
And a few mouths are waiting.
Free me; I may not be wilting
You’re an angel for me to watch
But where is the time to keep watch,
Failing which someone may snatch.
Spare me and permit me to march.
Whose fault is that you are sexy?
Whose fault is that I am crazy?
Why must there be a deep valley?
I can’t stick, as I am bound by duty.
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