My two elder sisters married Englishmen and went abroad.
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Man’s Role
The elder son of each family
Jointly made a moral code
By which they must not eat
Each other and instead
They could live on their brothers and sisters,
Who are meant to serve them.
The elder sons of the family
Made it a law of their father
With no concern to their mother.
The mother was furious.
The time is not far to neglect
The elder son altogether.
[Father is the God, Mother is the Earth,
the elder brother is man, brother is animals and sister is vegetation]
15.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think American men are more conscious of putting up a good impression. There's more of an earthiness to Englishmen. But Americans aren't afraid to come up and say, 'Hi, I'd like to go out with you.' Englishmen are far more sheepish about it.
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How It Happened
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--
And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
A-livin' all alone there in that lonesome sort o' way,
And him a blame old bachelor, confirmder ev'ry day!
I'd knowed 'em all from childern, and their daddy from the time
He settled in the neighborhood, and had n't ary a dime
Er dollar, when he married, far to start housekeepin' on!--
So I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone!
I got to thinkin' of her; and a-wundern what she done
That all her sisters kep' a gittin' married, one by one,
And her without no chances--and the best girl of the pack--
An old maid, with her hands, you might say, tied behind her back!
And Mother, too, afore she died, she ust to jes' take on,
When none of 'em was left, you know, but Evaline and John,
And jes' declare to goodness 'at the young men must be bline
To not see what a wife they 'd git if they got Evaline!
I got to thinkin' of her; in my great affliction she
Was sich a comfert to us, and so kind and neighberly,--
She 'd come, and leave her housework, far to be'p out little Jane,
And talk of _her own_ mother 'at she 'd never see again--
Maybe sometimes cry together--though, far the most part she
Would have the child so riconciled and happy-like 'at we
Felt lonesomer 'n ever when she 'd put her bonnet on
And say she 'd railly haf to be a-gittin' back to John!
I got to thinkin' of her, as I say,--and more and more
I'd think of her dependence, and the burdens 'at she bore,--
Her parents both a-bein' dead, and all her sisters gone
And married off, and her a-livin' there alone with John--
You might say jes' a-toilin' and a-slavin' out her life
Far a man 'at hadn't pride enough to git hisse'f a wife--
'Less some one married _Evaline_, and packed her off some day!--
So I got to thinkin' of her--and it happened thataway.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Male Relations Die Soon
You don't lose your sisters and daughters
Once they are married off.
You will lose your brothers and sons
once they have got married.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Branching looks away
Who can you rely on and when?
Your brothers and sisters
Till they are married off.
Your own siblings too
Till they are married off.
Your parents only when
You are the lone child.
Identity separates;
Plurals discriminate.
06.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For my sisters
The women I call sisters
Are always there
The women I call sisters
Will always care
The women I call sisters
Can make me smile when times are blue
The women I call sisters
Are always very true.
The women I call sisters
By choice, are my best of friends
The women I call sisters
Will be there with me till the world ends
The women I call sisters
Are blessings from God above
The women I call sisters
Are sisters that I'll always love.
poem by Trinette Naidoo
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I've got two sisters and they're both married and they're both much more settled into the way things are.
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On the one hand, she is cut off from the protection awarded to her sisters abroad; on the other, she has no such power to defend her interests at the polls, as is the heritage of her brothers at home.
quote by Florence Kelley
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Emancipation
There is hue and cry for woman’s emancipations.
All women shout for it at men who they thing are the cause.
It is their mothers-in-law, sisters-in-law and
The elder women who are the oppressors,
Whom they must contest to have a break through..
03.10.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Little Fake in Tears
Her daughter was about to go abroad
With her newly married husband.
She wept and allowed her tears flow high,
More to show others her sentiments.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Well Run Away
We know theyre right when they say were not ready
But all we care is how we feel right now
Well go ahead just the same
Prepare to take the blame
Well run away and get married anyhow
They warned us that we cant live on love forever
But we just tell them well get by somehow
Our problems will be greater
Well worry bout them later
Well run away and get married anyhow
If other kids went through it
Then I know we can do it
If our love is that much stronger
It will last that much longer
It wasnt too long ago when our folks were
Were going through the same thing we are now
But one thing theyre forgetting
A thing theyre not regretting
They ran away and got married anyhow
(ran away and got married)
Anyhow
(ran away and got married)
They ran away and got married anyhow
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Sisters Of Avalon
Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind.
I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin...
and a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on...
through my wild heart... whispering to me
the Sisters of Avalon... Sisters of Avalon... Sisters of Avalon... Sisters of Avalon
She is awakening in dark swells and mystery.
Unbridled night mares powerful and running free.
You could still hear her cries
reverberating through the trees...
for the trampled flowers
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper from Sisters Of Avalon
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Why At All I Came To This Earth
Why at all I came to this earth
It must be two years now
Since I am with you all
I really could not make out
How far my parents were happy
On my arrival
I knew I did not get many things
Which I wanted, rather needed
For a total growth
And emotional support
I started noting that
My parents did not like each other
Often they argued on matters
Which were beyond my perception
They too were running short
Of many things, probably
I have two elder sisters
From their talking
I came to know that
Our family was in great trouble
One evening my mom took me from home
And for the first time
We were travelling in a vehicle
Rushing us to a new place
My mom left me with some one
And that some one handed over me
To some other one
Thus I kept on moving from hands to hands
Leaving me to wonder
Where this changing hands will stop
I was a bit comfortable with the
Little girl, the last lap,
Who really attended to my needs
Better than even what my mom did
But some where some thing happened
I started feeling pain on my head
Which persisted and kept on increasing
I could not talk about this
But, cried, cried and cried
The little girl attempted to comfort me
But, it did not relieve my pain
The girl became angry with me
And started beating me
I could not register what went on further
I was in a new environment
Definitely much cleaner and better
Than any of the places I lived so far
All in white
People were attending to me
And giving me what all
They feel I needed
But, here I could not move
All the time in bed
I used to think how nice it will be
If I could spend all my time like this
Things did not happen that way, though
As I could see myself from the above
All these people in white
Keeping busy around me in the bed
I tried to tell them
See, here up, I am very much here
I know, this is death
As my elder sisters told me
You will go up and up
To God's caring hands
Once you die
I am going to Him is what
I understood
But then, tell me
Why at all I came to this earth
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Try It (I'm In Love With A Married Man)
I think of you each day
I think of you at night
Do you think about me, darling,
when you make love to your wife?
The world won't understand
my affair with a married man
(Try it, try it, try my love)
Try my love
(Why won't you try it, try it)
I'm in love with a married man
Do you think of us on weekends
when you're with your family
Are you lonely when you're with her
and do you ever long for me?
As I get down on my knees
As I cry myself to sleep
(Try it, try it, try my love)
Try my love
(Why won't you try it, try it)
I'm in love with a married man
Oh lord, the risk is me
I've done for you what I can
I'm in love with a married man
(Try it, try it, try my love)
Try my love
(Why won't you try it, try it)
I'm in love with a married man
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Looking In a Mirror
Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
And Those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
'If they respected each other like brothers.
If the sisters insisted they get respect...
None of this would be here existing.
How did their lives turn out this way,
If they did not insist upon it?
Maybe they've forgotten,
They've made it rotten! '
And those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!
Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
'They refuse to do that,
However!
But the whining they enjoy! '
The old man chuckles...
Ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Age Disparity
Alermaelu Vally, the danseuse
Married a man far elder.
Man sees a woman rise at par with him
Woman sees a man fall at par with her.
Age disparity is not an adversity
For a perfect marital harmony.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Me And My Elder Sister.
Me and my elder sister are twins,
We are one spirit in two bodies,
At d tym of birth she askd me to wait
So she can taste d world 2 see if its safe.
For three yrs I waited at d interphase
Til she was sure and guaranteed it safe.
All this she did for me
Ever sinc wen we were seeds
Me and my elder sister are twins,
She is taye and am kehinde you see,
She loves me so
She plays the role
Of the guinea pig
So I can live with ease.
To me she called
Its safe to come.
Me and my elder sister are twins,
We came early in spring
She is march 2nd and I am 3rd,
There is no coincidence in this course
She just loves me so
And I do love her so
Even now she still takes care of me
And I knw to her am stil her lil tender baby.
Me and my elder sister are twins
& dere aint no one dat wil take her place.
Cos it is fore're fixed in my heart lik d holy grail.
poem by Ezediuno Louis Odinakaose
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He Married
My father married a nurse!
He, my father, married a teacher
He never married out of being forced
So, he chose to marry a leader
A maiden, an edifice of beauty!
His attempt wasn't thwarted
So, he tied the knot with a deity
And thereafter never parted
Even till tomorrow, he's still with his lady
My father married a cook!
Dishes served to his content, he never bothers
It is never a fluke!
My father married my mother
She is the plant, he is the water
poem by Alawoki Akeem Opeyemi
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Lucille
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
You ran off and married
Singin such a beautiful song.
Lucille, please, dont do your sisters will, yeah!
Lucille, please, dont you do your sisters will,
You ran off and married,
But I love you still.
Well, I woke up this mornin,
Lucille was not in sight.
Asked my friends about it,
But all their lips were tight.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
Im speaking to you, baby,
Singin such a beautiful song.
Ow!
Come on, guys!
Well, I woke up this mornin,
Lucille was not in sight.
I asked my friends about it,
But all their lips were tight.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
Im speaking to you, baby,
You sing such a beautiful song.
Ah, come on now, lucille!
Well, I woke up this mornin,
Lucille was not in sight.
I asked my friends about it,
But all their lips were tight.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong, ho!
Yeah, Im speaking to you, baby,
Sing such a beautiful song.
Yeah!
Well, lucille, please, dont do your sisters will, yeah!
Oh! lucille, please, dont you do your sisters will,
Well, lil, you ran off and married,
But I love you still.
Ho!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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One Taken, One Left
They were brothers born a year apart,
the elder just nineteen.
Folks said they were inseparable-
Unbeatable as a team..
But elder brother went to war
in far off Vietnam.
His brother vividly recalls
The day He heard Jim's gone.
Never again to take the field,
Or hear his voice again.
A Lifetime's conversation
brought prematurely to an end.
One was taken, one was left,
Both forever changed.
One brother is forever young-
There in the picture frame.
The Younger is the elder now
Each year he grows more grey.
Sufficient is the evil
He has dealt with since that day
poem by John F. McCullagh
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