Senses In One Are Unequal.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You are with five senses
to guard you and to lead you,
some strong, some weak;
Gene and psyche are at work.
I am hungry by eyes and ears.
My lips are always dry
to get wet by women’s skin.
My other senses are undemanding.
17.04.2001, Pmdi
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