A scandal is man’s pride.

He enjoys broadcasting her love for him.
She rejoices in confining it between them.
He leaves evidence; she hides it with prudence.
She likes fishing with her hand not wet.
The end being far off; nevertheless, they are well off.
21.10.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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