A hare after the carrot

It behoved me to do petty sacrifices
To those women whose attentions I got,
Without knowing that they have held me
Like a hare running after the carrot.

‘It must not behove a pot to call a kettle black’
16.09.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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