Involvement gives happiness
The one is busy in trade, making money.
The other idles in arts and music.
The third withdraws in perseverance to God.
The fourth is in pursuit of women in vain.
The fifth fights in leading the sheep.
The sixth labour to be slave for ever.
Who is the happiest? All
27.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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The wise discriminates lanes.
Women may take interest in you
From proximity, in your neighborhood.
Roads to them are not leading to Rome.
They are dead end lanes in a hamlet.
Have a stroll for instant pleasure.
10.5.2001, Pmdi
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The youngest one is the tip.
My own son is half of my blood.
His child has only one fourth of mine.
Yet I love it more than
I loved my son as a child.
The reason is not far to seek.
I am desperate for company.
I want a constant companion.
Others are busy to neglect us both.
The grandchild is my apical meristem,
That I want to tend to preserve my root.
25.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The forbidden needn’t be abnormal.
In a zoo at Agartala, I myself witnessed
a scene, where an old monkey, perching
on a bar, away, engrossed himself
in masturbation. With no sixth sense,
can animals err? Is then that act natural?
That, too, in spite of free sex?
20.04.2001, Pmdi
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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Women are guarded for progeny.
Men and men are at war.
With women they don’t war.
Women, always men spare
And are keen to take care.
Why?
The instincts to preserve their race.
21.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex biased is man
You are at work with men and women.
You are at ease with every woman
But tense with the most of men around.
To you the sex of woman has a role to play.
Women who have looks matter you most
And it is not so in the case of men
You probe all women for their merits.
You overlook a blunder from them.
You take note of lapses from men.
Your scale is not even in the matter of sex.
Made of sex, you cannot be otherwise.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Society of Grazing Sheep
The herd meanders, searching for the green
Pastures that hide past distant mountaintops.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
The herd looks down, ignoring what they've seen.
They're too busy chewing grass to stop.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
The herd wanders only to convene
In the pursuit of inhaling more crops.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
They don't yet realize that hungry eyes
Guide them—that wolves are hiding in disguise.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
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Love is a trade.
When a man is landed up
with a woman of fortune,
to wed her, he is haste
lest some one should usurp.
When he has the upper hand
he is quick for her flesh,
With wedding not in card,
himself not in confidence.
Love is a trade
and is bought by fraud.
25.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blindly busy.
You see but look not.
You hear but listen not.
You smell but sense not.
You taste but relish not.
You touch but feel not.
All in hurry-scurry,
You are blindly busy.
Be lazy to enjoy
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The henpeck one is the real cock
Don’t despise a hen pecked husband.
He is a perfect cock to her in bed.
The one who wields power on women
Must be a snail to her in bed.
10.02.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Art For Arts Sake
Gimme your body
Gimme your mind
Open your heart
Pull down the blind
Gimme your love gimme it all
Gimme in the kitchen gimme in the hall
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Gimme the readys
Gimme the cash
Gimme a bullet
Gimme a smash
Gimme a silver gimme a gold
Make it a million for when I get old
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Money talks so listen to it
Money talks to me
Anyone can understand it
Money cant be beat oh no
When you get down, down to the root
Dont give a damn dont give a hoot
Still gotta keep makin the loot
Chauffeur driven
Gotta make her quick as you can
Give her lovin make you a man
Get her in the palm of your hand
Bread from heaven
Gimme a country
Where I can be free
Dont need the unions
Strangling me
Keep me in exile the rest of my days
Burn me in hell but as long as it pays
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
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Women Are Smarter
Let us put men and women together
See which one is smarter
Some say men, but I say no
Women run the men like a puppet show
It ain't me
It's the people that say
Men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women today
Smarter than the man in every way
Chorus:
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
The women are smarter
That's right
Little boy sit on the corner and cry
Big man come and he asked him why
He said, "I can't do what the big boys do"
The man sat down and he cried too
It ain't me
It's the people that say
Men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women today
Smarter than the man in every way
Chorus:
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
The women are smarter
That's right, that's right
Ever since the world began
Women been banned from the ways of man
Listen boy cuz I've got a plan
Give it up, don't try and understand
It ain't me
It's the people that say
Men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women today
Smarter than the man in every way
Chorus:
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
The women are smarter
That's right
Let us put men and women together
See which one is smarter
Some say men, but I say no
Women run the men like a puppet show
It ain't me
It's the people that say
Men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women today
Smarter than the man in every way
Chorus:
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter
The women are smarter
That's right, that's right
Repeat chorus and fade out
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Money
Money
Money
Money
Important
Useful
Necessary
Money
Money
Money
Wealthy
Middle
Poverty
Money
Money
Money
Save
Give
Spend
Money
Money
Borrow
Lend
Money
Money
Foe
Friend
Money
Money
Master
Slave
Money
Money
Satisfied
Crave
Money
Money
Laugh
Cry
MoneyMoney
Live
Die
Money
Money
Sick
Well
Money
Money
Heaven
Hell
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I starve for a fruit on a tree
I am forbidden to pluck
the fruit that ripened.
I can get access to fallen
fruit, but it is rotten.
My desire exists.
My want is not sated.
One consolation-
I am not weary of you
who I am in pursuit of
and in whom my taste is alive
as you aren’t a fallen fruit.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex gives imputes
Men are nice to co women staff.
Men are nice to women heads too.
A cute wife earns you many pals.
A visit with wife brings results.
Boys and girls, mixed, do well.
Sex is pivotal for the societal march.
19.04.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Soldier Fights
the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
the soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers
the soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night
the soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish
And yet the soldier fights on
the soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life
A prostitute is an institute.
More than a sage, more than a slave,
She has tolerance to bear.
More than an ass, more than an ox,
She has patience to steer.
More than a Nirvana, more than a Paripurna, [purity]
She stands blatant before the mass.
More than a priest, more than a Christ,
She prevents the sins of men.
More than a scavenger, more than a downpour,
She cleans the dust of men.
More than a dustbin, more than a ditch,
She collects the waste of men.
She is untouchable, but not in privacy.
She is the candle, losing to the mass.
She is the saviour of women’s chastity.
All slang her as prostitute
And learn art in that institute.
Let her be a woman of respect,
As much as a housewife is.
She’s more virtuous than the wife
Whose morals are susceptible..
10.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Interest lies in doing
You can run but will not do it for long.
You can jump but will not stand firm.
Can over power but fail to empower.
Ergo, stroll. You can feel the steps.
Stand. You can feel the earth.
Be receptive to the beauty of environs.
The interest is in doing, not in getting.
The pursuit, albeit unending, is worth the game.
07.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Women are indiscreet
I misread those wives in my band
And lost good friends in their husbands.
I am not sad that I couldn’t get them
But that I made them reject me outwardly..
Women might be an indiscreet lot.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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