Love Has No Utility Purpose.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mother was dear; I hardly listened.
Wife was dear; times I declined.
Child was dear; often I disciplined.
Grandchild was dearest. I let loose her.
Mother, wife, and children all
Were to contribute to my future
But not so is the grand child,
With my future at its end.
Why should I love her most?
True love has no utility value.
22.12.2000, Pmdi
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