As she is near.

So fragile and so soft was she.
So dark and so busy was she.
She being fatty, old and impotent,
I was deterred though.
She being evasive and elusive,
I was not daunted though.
I loved her and desired her
As she was near and hence dear.
07.08.2001

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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