Care for beauty is the beauty
In a bogie were there,
A spinster and her mother,
The second one with more beauty care.
It was she, who got attention, youth nowhere.
08.12.2001, Chennai
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The propellant is attractive
Who is the most attractive?
Child: Mother!
Woman: Child!
Man: Woman!
It’s a cycle
The race is on.
08.12.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Beauty of a Mother
The beauty of a woman starts
When her womb begins to grow
The child that she'll give birth
Soon will call her, “my mother”
The beauty of a mother reigns
When her arms cradle her child
And her charm shines within
Her heart full of love and care
The beauty of mother un-fades
When her hands guide her child
In all places walking side by side
To protect her child from danger
The beauty of a mother is her brain
To teach her child to read and write
To let the child know the difference
Of what is wrong and what is right
The beauty of a mother is her act
To treat her child without compare
To list none of whatsoever is best
For her child is the gem of her life
Then the beauty of mother reflects
From the eyes of her child in return
To respect, love, and care for her
When age and time set them apart
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Every woman is a beauty.
Beauty comes from fame.
It can come from name.
Wealth, health, and youth
Also play their game.
Throne, crown, brown
Will enhance your frame.
Culture, nature and posture
Bring it up to shine.
Talents and smartness
Add to one’s beauty.
Countenance, profile,
Shape and curves, too.
Walks, speech and voice
Are the spices for beauty.
Honesty is her jewels.
Modesty is her pearls.
Women missing all
Altogether, are very rare.
That is why all women
Get their shares of men’s care.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love does not reflect
Because I love you, there is no need that you should.
Because you love me, there is no need that I should.
Rather, the more I love you the less you care.
True love is that I should love you more and more
Even when you are disposed to love less and less.
Love is not a reflector.
14.06.2001, Chennai
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The ever green
At twenty,
Many are pretty,
Youth in prime.
At thirty,
They may carry it,
Youth to the brim.
At forty,
Some remain a beauty,
Hormones in spate.
At fifty,
Rarely remains a beauty,
Lust abating.
Close to sixty,
You retain the beauty,
It is a mystery.
You still tempt me
As you did
At my five and twenty
When you were too
At my age
With your lemon colour.
Is it so ‘cause
You’re still sexy,
Or I, still hungry.
At five and sixty,
Sophia Lauren has fans,
Beauty-care to her aid.
You at sixty,
Are a real beauty,
Under nature-care.
You are to me
Miss beauty,
For the consistency.
Ever be green.
Never be brown.
Aley, the queen.
05.11.99[Aleykutty, a colleague]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To enjoy, rules are not required.
Ignorance of raga stood not in my enjoying music.
Ignorance of mudra, the same way,
for dance.
Ignorance of grammar stood not in my enjoying a poem.
Ignorance of beauty, the same way,
for lusting you.
13.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Live independently even if poor.
You must live where you have right to.
Be it a hut. Then your ego is not hit.
You must eat out of your earning.
Be it a peanut. Then you are not spit at.
Comfort can’t heal humiliation.
23.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Repetition gets accustomed
Anything regularly irregular becomes regular.
Anything frequently uncommon becomes common.
In a way immoral also becomes moral thus.
15.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
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Who is a beauty?
In whom you generate love
to him you are a beauty.
By whom you derive love
in him you find the beauty.
Mother and child, each
to the other is a beauty.
28.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sins of sanyasins
I decide to become a sanyasin,
Not that by that will end my sin
But that I get license to sin
And that by it would hide my sin.
08.12.2001, Chennai
[sanyasin = a Hindu
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
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Be modest to earn value
The breasts of a washerwoman are firm
And those of a danseuse i are in form.
But those of a royal lady arouse much curiosity
‘Cause hers are a much guarded property.
Formidability inflates the value.
21.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You can’t shut spilling
Maybe I cannot lick as you are a flame.
Can you prevent me from getting from you the light?
Maybe I cannot reach as you are fire.
Can you keep me from getting its warmth?
Maybe I dare not approach as you are a lava.
Can you strip me of its frozen granite? .
Be whatever you like, as near or far,
I shall reap from you as much as I can.
14.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Peculiarity of man’s love
There was a distance when you were with me.
Now you are out, yet are so close and less blushing.
You may feel safe having expelled me from you.
You are not safe, unable to expel yourself from me.
That is man’s love.
26.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Make hay while wind flows
Men were at me, around me and about me,
Each to love me, serve me and have me.
A nightmare to all was my stunning beauty,
A sweetheart to all but myself without a sweet heart,
Maddening all men but not being of mad of anyone,
Their love in rampage, me to them a mirage,
I lived out my youth, with no love invested.
The youth is gone; the heart is a stone.
I am an orphan, all men having gone.
They got wisdom: a beauty is not worth keeping.
I got wisdom: a stone heart is not worth developing.
17.03.2001, Plmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Momentary
Many spectacles had I changed.
Each time the chosen was the best.
Many a woman had I wooed.
Each time the one in focus was the best.
Light reflects from where it falls,
Not from where once it fell.
So, give to one only momentary value.
14.06.2001, chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Instincts in destruction
To smoke in public is barred.
To smoke in travel is banned.
No charm in stealthily smoking
As is in illicit love making,
Always fear crippling the pleasure
08.12.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A painful passage
I wept and wept, endlessly wept,
Like of which I have never wept
Save at the time of my mother’s death,
While some sequences I read
Off the book ‘The Blind Assassin’
Of Ms Margaret Atwild, wherein
A little girl, by name, Griffen
Watches speechless the gaze of the mother,
Who is in sick bed, the little sister
Being away at play, quite unaware,
And the mother in her feeble voice
Beseeching her to take care of her sister,
To which she assuredly nods and weeps
At the impending end of her mother,
Without thinking who is there to take
Her own care or that what is in store.
I wept and wept, endlessly wept
As the two little sisters resembled
My two granddaughters, me their mother,
As though their mother is in death bed,
With fear of death looming over my head.
I wept and wept, recurrently wept
When I read, wrote and rewrote
The above passage many a time.
27.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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