Blood relation is a myth

Mother died young; who will bring me up?
Tears flowed..
Mother died old; a great relief so soon.
No tears.
Sister died young; who will bring her kids up?
Pity flowed.
Sister died away, having eloped with a man.
No pity.
Blood relation must be burdensome.
25.12.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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