Act on your own.

You love and marry; then too crop up regrets.
You marry and love; then too pile up miseries.
Regrets in love marriage hurt you less
Like the hit you get on your head from a beam
So better, you love and marry for self- pity.
07.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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