There is nothing good or bad
I was taught in my childhood,
‘Obey the order’ and ‘be not a coward’,
‘Love the family’ and ‘love the society’
‘Do good’ and ‘Avoid bad’ etc.
To segregate the former from the latter,
I am at loss, with no wall in between
Drawn clear cut by any one.
08.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Society is the fear.
You don’t love your society
And yet you show your smile
Out of fear rather than love
Like a slave’s love for his master.
Without society, you have no pride.
With society, you have no freedom.
In both ways, you are miserable.
09.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man to bear with woman
A modern woman wants more from her husband.
He should be compatible in bed, in society,
In providing, in emotion and in aesthetics value.
Where he fails there she sneaks for such man.
Allowances avoid cracks
as rails are laid with gaps.
Otherwise heart may break
18.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love erases lust
Maybe a man is drawn to a woman by his lust.
Once intimacy develops, he clings to her by love.
The love he gets for her makes his lust profane.
Once love has grown up, she is felt by her absence.
12.01.2001, Pmdi
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Virtues are untiring.
However good a woman is in her looks,
Men are not drawn but are repelled
If she turns out to be a liar, untrue,
a deceit or a corrupt. Virtues score.
30.4.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Harm not if help not.
You need not kill thirst and hunger.
But you can kill greed and pride.
You need not spill love and help.
But you can still hate and hurts.
Then the society is not hit.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Presentation matters
An ass, too, is nice
if well photographed.
Even a horse is shabby
if poorly photographed.
An old woman looks a beauty
if drawn by a good artist.
Narration, not the theme
makes a story good.
Not what you said or did,
but how you said or did did, matters.
14.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To ward of anarchy.
You teach me not to steal.
Can you teach the rodent?
You teach me not to kill.
Can you teach the cat?
You teach me not to cuckold.
Can you teach the street dog?
None of them obey;
Nor are they away from God.
I obey; not to please the God
But to ward off anarchy.
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Leper
More than an orphan, as abandoned by his family,
Lower than a beggar, as unwanted at anybody’s doorstep,
Poorer than a pauper, as estranged by the society,
Weaker than a handicap, as found repelling the donors,
And lowlier than the once untouchable, as his presence irritaing,
Lives a leper, beaten with the devastating malady.
Coupled with old age, who else can be that much pitiable?
11.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Venue is made of glass
Love your family.
It is for you the floor.
Hate not the society.
It is for you the air.
Harm not the nature.
It is for you the roof.
You are in a glass house.
Remember.
30.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Family I love
love my family with my hold heart.
My love is Joy to love my family
Family is sad and happy and love.
Family is fun and painful and pretty.
My family is like all families we have
love and we have happiness and tears
I love my hold family
My family is like angels who fly in sky
I am grateful that I have family that loves
me.
My family are kind and nice and fun to be
around
My family is painful like all familys are and
heart breaking and Evil sometimes
My family is heart breaking and deadly like
everyone else
Hey I can't stop loving my family not matter what
it coats in the family.
Way my family is just makes me want have family
with someone be as good as they are.
But God know I love my family
and our love is great to have in life
and even know they leave he world they still
a live in my hearts.
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Your identity is with your spouse.
Dear woman, when you go with your daughter’s family
Or when you go with your son’s on a journey,
You have back seat. Be it your husband,
Though humble and simple, you can take front seat.
You are not a part of your children’s family.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love, the implicit.
I spot her in a crowd
and innocently conclude
she is there for my heed.
I am desperate for her glance,
that fails to meet my eagerness.
I brand it as her coyness.
She talks to someone with smile,
that I conveniently interpret
that it is meant for me to note.
She is engrossed in long chats,
that gives me a clear cut signal
that she grants me her vision.
She seems much uneasy to see
And blushes when accosted.
Yes, my current runs through her.
I can’t evidence to the public
that she is in love with me.
I won’t betray her predicament.
She can’t manifest her love.
I don’t want for love a witness
to tarnish her modesty and majesty.
Whether she shows her love or not,
I believe in her the mute love for me
and in it find an erotic joy.
17.03.2001, Pmdi
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The society is a necessary evil.
A lone man, with a football,
On a lone ground, when heading the goal,
Can derive no interest out of it.
He requires court, rules, competitors,
And overwhelming spectators.
You have interest in life
As, with interest, the society watches you.
The society grooms you and brooms you.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
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Arms to use
Men fight for food and mate,
And fight to choose the better.
They lay down laws and obey.
Mighty violates; Clever deviates.
Else, what’s the use of might and wits?
26.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No harm to be frank.
I adore many, alive or dead,
Who might know me or not,
Who might love me or not,
Or who might not know
I loved them.
Yet I love them
And love loving them.
A cute lady or a winsome heroine
Is no way different.
Why should I feel shy
When I admire them
And admit it in open.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whom to avoid in love?
Love those
Who want only love,
In the name of love, never want the rest.
Avoid those
Who love but in the name of love
Want the rest.
Avoid those
Who love but In the name of love
Play the tricks and want to win the game.
Avoid those
Who love but like a drunken man
As life isn't more important than wine.
Avoid those
Who love but for passion and lust
They will leave you when all these die fast
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You must be realistic realistic
Is it possible that you can seek a bride
Who never fell in love with anyone
Or with whom no one ever was in love?
It is like seeking one in whose home
No death was ever born?
05.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Perfect Family
I thank God for giving me
a perfect family.
A parents that so loving,
and a joyful good siblings.
We are not wealthy,
but we are so happy.
maybe we are not perfect in society,
but for us we are perfect family.
My family is my strength
my family is my wealth
I will love my family
until my last breath...
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An obedient tree
In tune with ethics and marital law
If you live, by the society you are hailed.
At what cost? Against your sensual pleasure,
You’ll be a tree, stripped of recurring blossom.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seldom seen one is green.
The full-moon, I love. My love never fails.
It is only once in a month.
The rainbow, I love. My love never fails.
It is once in a blue moon.
The sun, I need. No need to love.
It is there every day.
Out-door woman are striking.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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