Help Me Have My Face.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I ought not to have,
But I had. What to do?
Now too late to go back.
Pride pricks; Ego suffers.
Passion whips, Cup slips.
Show me some risk-less response
Not to sooth my soul,
But to save my face
In front my associates.
I put all my eggs in your basket.
Even it breaks, let it be in secret.
Show others that you love me.
13.07.2001, Pkd
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