A New Turn

A maiden call, a golden call,
It was ever made to me.
Thousands I made. None she made.
Now she made. To my cap, a feather.
She made it as official.
I know that it is special.
Message is nothing.
Initiative is everything.
Her act trickles my belly

10.07.2001, Pkd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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