The Depth Of Relations
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am dying.
My mother is crying. I am lost
My wife is crying. She lost me
So are my children. They lost shelter
I am waxing.
My mother is smiling. I will not suffer.
My wife is smiling. She will not suffer.
So are my children. They could prosper
21.07.2009
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