The Thirst Is A Thorn
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He'd been a better match to her
In every respect, no doubt,
Except that an intellectual
She'd been with interest in poetry.
Herself a poetess, recognized,
She developed a passion
For a fellow poet, not single,
And passion grew to obsession.
She shed her qualm and the her shame
When her passion for him was let loose.
She lost her soul found in her spouse,
And lived unattached for ever.
The thirst of a vital area
Not quenched by the matrimony
Will remain as a thorn in flesh
In the harmony of the couple.
12.09.2014
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