An old to live single is a hell
Your mother had mercy
When you were young.
Your children had sympathy
When they were young.
Your spouse shows empathy
When you grow invalid.
You struggle in hell
When you outlive your spouse.
The one who did sin
Will have his end like this.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Best wishes.
The thirtieth, May, this year,
Is the thirty fifth day of you,
That comes to you in as many years.
A mother may wish with smile.
A spouse may wish with eyes.
The kids may do with grins.
Others may greet you with words.
But the pet wishes with silence.
That silence is louder than the sound.
A wish gains as per its source,
Not by words. The pet has no words.
All wish you to live long.
I wish you to live young.
21.05.2001, Pmdi
Greeting from the forbidden lover]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Young mother!
When the mother is left with young children,
The hands are full and the mind is not dull,
Her eyes are down on the children, who rattle,
Not on the spouse, who suddenly stops to tattle,
Young mother is as busy as a bee, flying around,
The messy house to have the neat hive and honey,
She is not a queen bee to order the servants,
She is a human and needs help and love,
Helpless responsible young mothers are great,
For they have sacrificed their comfort for their brood,
So many professionals gave up their career,
For the love that they have upon their future,
Young mothers of the world, just relax and not to cry,
So much work day in and day out, but you are the Gods,
To provide what your young children need,
To cover them with comfort of loving blanket,
To protect them from all invisible germs and harms,
To plant the seeds of care in their mind to bloom,
Disciplined children are the outcome of your salty sweat,
Continue to sacrifice as our ancestors did.
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Need heads to reality
Stale to her spouse,
Hot is she to others.
Weary of his spouse,
Curious is he of others.
She wants a jet.
He wants a search.
She needs a crush.
He seeks a fresh.
Temptation Island
Has for it been designed.
06.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She can’t escape the boss’ love.
She loves a man under whom she works.
He is potent, kind and lenient.
Her husband will be tense to hear it.
Ergo, no woman speaks of him to her spouse;
18.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman lives in secrecy.
You can, in a mirror, see yourself
But you can never see yourself
The way you are to someone else.
You won’t appear to yourself
The way you do to a man’s eyes.
Many things you adorn yourself with
As per wishes of someone else.
That someone else is none other
Than your spouse or lover.
You are the doll without voice, dear woman.
That is why you are shrouded in secrecy.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spouse Always
Always I remember the boldness in the stance you take,
So every particle of food is digested, trodden and bitten.
Always the memory of you contains laughter,
Some of us lift the sheets we slept in
To find a sleeping spouse still present on them.
The giggling supports our bold job, the criticism is present,
Yet some of us live on, and on, and on together.
The woken spouse loved me always,
Some knowledge penetrated me all through the day.
It reflected through the stance and manner,
The religion was its own, now that the spouse lived.
May the spouse be equalled and be like me,
May the spouse be sponsored by me,
It magically appeared, this religion, for me.
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On September 11,2001
On September 11,2001
Smothering black and gray smoke ascended to
The luminous blue sky
Engulfing it until it turned as black as night.
Young children are confused while thier parents cry noiselessly for loved ones.
Calling every person they know to make sure that they are alive and well.
On September 11,2001.
On September 11,2001,
Brave young men and women struggled to save our citizens.
The young. The old.
Those planes.
Those innocent men, women and children who died.
Whose lives were lost on that timid day because of terriosts.
WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER AND WE WILL NEVER FORGET! !
On September 11,2001.
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Spouse Nancy
'Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
Tho' I am your wedded wife
Yet I am not your slave, Sir.'
'One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;
Is it Man or Woman, say,
My spouse Nancy?'
'If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
I'll desert my sov'reign lord,
And so, good bye, allegiance!'
'Sad shall I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;
Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse Nancy.'
'My poor heart, then break it must,
My last hour I am near it:
When you lay me in the dust,
Think how you will bear it.'
'I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;
Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancy.'
'Well, Sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you!'
'I'll wed another like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;
Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse Nancy.'
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Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all,
The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall.
Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower,
And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings
Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.
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You and I are poorer.
Which wife is nobler than
Who hire maids to feed her spouse
So that he does not stray out?
Which maid is abler than
Who bears seeds of the lord
To give her spouse a high breed?
Which husband is higher than
Who overlooks incest relations
So that his spouse is free off scandals?
You and I are poorer.
19.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How sweet!
My spouse is distinct from his/her parents. How sweet!
My spouse is distant from his/her siblings. How sweet!
My spouse is not befriending opposite sex. How sweet!
To keep her/him in my custody- how sweet!
08.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Temptation Island
No more is she strong
to tempt her spouse.
Much more is she strong
to tempt others.
No more is he curious
To strip his spouse.
Much more is he curious
To strip others.
Therefore, went they
to the Temptation Island,
Where was found heaven,
Away from abandoned home.
06.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The beauty, defined.
What is beauty?
Features, countenance or shape?
Affluence, youthfulness or robustness?
Elegance, briskness or deftness?
Cosmetics, costume or ornaments?
Intelligence, perseverance or endurance?
Grooming, cleanliness or decency?
Love, passion or lustfulness?
Honesty, loyalty or empathy?
Modesty, blush or reticence?
Or talent of art, music and dance?
To me any woman who feels young and sensual.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ability 4
Naive she was outward
Much against the shock-stairs
Destiny specially built for her..
Sympathy wasn't close to her
From all around; unaware too
Of her heart feather-footed..
Only her destiny knew of she
Delving in challenging change
The thorned stairs for flower-strewn
A path velveteen in mum secret
Innocence is not ignorence
And her destiny knowing it
Slapped her in vengence..
Kicked her beloved spouse sixty plus
To exit leaving behind a gift-balance
Of grown up children unsettled..
Destiny is individual.. yes
But destinies...?
A sister destiny extended
Invoking in her a help of courage
She now stands out herself raised
A bold trudge in life's right of way
Out of their folly mellowed children
In total acceptance bloomes a smile
Her spouse soulful in her heart
She's more beautiful now...
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Jealousy for same sex
Be she a lesbian or a sodomy,
Her spouse is least perturbed with it.
Be she of extramarital, her spouse is spurious.
Jealousy of men stems for men usurpers
23.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The spouse of a woman is a man, the spouse of a man is his livelihood.
A warning to mother in law
Mother-in-law! With your power,
don’t ill treat your daughter-in-law
when she enters your home as bride.
She will store it to repay later
when you, as old, are at her mercy.
Everone of you is warned
but none of you has learned
26.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Claws loosening
One murdered a man
Who cuckolded him.
One murdered his spouse
To live with his paramour.
One murdered her spouse
To flee with her lover.
One murdered a widow
For her liaison with his father.
One murdered a man
For his affair with one’s widow mother.
Crimes of sex are not uncommon.
Why are they rampant now?
Claws loosened and instincts emboldened.
22.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mothers Of The World
to all the mothers in the world-who are raising their liitle
boys and girls.-it is plain to see that you have a tremendous responsibilty.
whether we are single or with a spouse
have an apartment or a house.
not many people know the pain you go through.
except the ones who are close to you.
when you are single and no one to give a helping hand
and no one to encourage you-or ease your pain.
it will never be the same-as someone with a caring spouse
who is a man and not a louse.
you struggle to give them all you can without the help of a man.
for there are very few men who will take on the responsibility
of raising someone else's kids.
unless they are in the same boat as you-and don't know
what to do raising his children on his own-in hopes that
they will be big and strong-and for them to see-he is holding his responsibility.
so if this man and woman can join forces as one
there is nothing under the sun-that can shake their faith
in the one up above-for he has given them this love.
and for the women who do have a man to share
the responsibility.-don't ever set them free-
because what you give up today
some one else will pick up the slack, and never give him back.
poem by Louis Rams
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