You Shade Your Shadow.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When I think of moon
its waning does not come to my mind.
When I think of fish
its thorn does not come to my mind.
When I think of my longevity
its gravity does not come to my mind.
When I think of you, dear,
your lure discounts your evasiveness.
Be a tree. I want shade,
not any flower, fruit or seeds of you.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
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