Be true of your clan

The woman I loved,
The only woman
If I ever loved,
Is, by accident, she,
Who is very much a doe,
Too frail, too fragile,
Too timid and too shy
To live up to her desire.
As meek as a mouse,
Whom how to arouse?

That woman I loved,
A respectful class,
And my dear brass,
Is, by accident, she,
Who is of a clan, a clan
Known for supremacy
Of women in their affairs,
Where her will prevails,
And where her desire is ultimate,
Her man is to subordinate.

When will you gain
Your supremacy,
That now is latent
And potent in you?
When will you tear
Your fear and shear
Your barrier, my dear?
Till then, till then,
I am at your doorstep.
Just a call. All the bliss.
11.06.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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