Regrets Are Man Made.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A yellowed flower, a withered blade,
A wilted stalk and the dehisced pod,
Having done their cherished works,
Die in neglect without any regret.
Must you regret, the old, the invalid?
02.01.2003
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