The Unnoticed Travel
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She spoke to me but not with words.
She saw me but not with glance.
We were not there to the crowd.
We were aware in a trance.
I spoke to her without a nod.
I stared at her, keeping a distance.
An iota of doubt, no one had.
So subtle, our love is not a disturbance.
Hand in glove
is our love.
It embarrasses
none of us.
20.04.2001, Pmdi
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