<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=504613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The pain of the past pleasure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a time when I was proud of my beauty.<br>Men were around me, young and old, on one pretext<br>Or the other, surveying me behind and then in front.<br>They occasioned to touch me, press me and kiss me. <br>They emboldened to hold me and to grope beneath.<br>They fed me like doves on grains. I was lavished on.<br>I had fallen in my fall, yellowing and graying.<br>Why did I mix carnal pleasure like one does<br>A cocktail, so soon on the borrowed cushions.<br>The pleasure reaped in ecstasy turned arsenic<br>As I recollect. Wine in ten cups is unequal<br>To a dropp of poison. Let me live no longer<br>To face the torture of pain from the pleasure<br>That has been embedded in my bone and vein.<br>22.11.2002</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=504613" data-title="The pain of the past pleasure de Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar" data-description="There was a time when I was proud of my beauty. Men were around me, young and old, on one pretext Or the other, surveying me behind and then in front. They occasioned to touch me, press me and kiss me. They emboldened to hold me and to grope bene..."></div> </div> </div>

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