The Gnawing Old Age
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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People counted on are drifting away.
Trust in them for care is evaporating.
Siblings have become as good as dead leaves.
Offspring is wilting to be a promise.
Wife has turned a doubtful candidature.
Not to say about in laws, not my blood;
Anyone past eighty will experience this.
Fear of helpless death will gnaw him till death.
06.03.2018
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