<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=501189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homage to his old lady, Lakshmi.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long back, lived a lady aged ninety<br>And her maternal great grand son.<br>He loved her; she loved him.<br>No one loved him that much.<br>No one he loved that much.<br>At her age, no purpose for such love.<br>At his age, no reason for such love.<br>She was poor, alone, lived away.<br>He knows her as sunken, skinny, utter black, <br>With so much love, with no one to share with, <br>With no one to tend or care her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had unfailing power of reciting<br>Mile long mythological verses<br>That she got by hearing and not reading.<br>Herself starving, she took pain<br>To have come to him to feed him<br>With poorly made cakes and snacks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She reproduced many, who, in turn, many, who, in turn, many.<br>None came by when she went insane.<br>He never saw her first son’s son<br>Ever see, love or care her at any stage, <br>With her eldest son dead young.<br>And with no respite with her youngest son, <br>Who was the constant tormentor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had a sad death, a miserable death.<br>Even now, after half a century, <br>He pities her, mourns her death.<br>Even now, he weeps for her.<br>Long live her parental grand children, <br>None of whom is in prosperity, <br>19.04.2001, Pmdi</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rm.+Shanmugam+Chettiar">Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=501189" data-title="Homage to his old lady, Lakshmi. de Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar" data-description="Long back, lived a lady aged ninety And her maternal great grand son. He loved her; she loved him. No one loved him that much. No one he loved that much. At her age, no purpose for such love. At his age, no reason for such love. She was poor, alon..."></div> </div> </div>

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