The Repentance

The unfortunate one was dead in her nineties, In utter poverty and neglects. She had fed me with stories, One among them was Parasakthi Which was later copied in celluloid By M. Karunanithi as his own. She told it and kept me to wonder; She had led me to an imaginary world. A steel framer and an estranged wife, She was dear and near to a rich Neighbour of my kin. She had two butterflies as daughters, The younger one was my playmate, Later, as a woman, once my bedmate. The elder one, who had many fans, Retains her glamour even now. The old woman was dead. I never repaid my debts; I never aided against her poverty, I never cared to see her While she was ailing and failing. How ungrateful I am! Ungratefulness is inborn. When I am in deathbed, None of my fans will be by my side.