Everyone’s untold need

Neither a divorcee nor a widow,
Neither estranged nor lone,
Nor bored, nor hitting back,
I still long for a man, a stranger,
To tear my blush, to be inventive,
And to be ruthless to my doemancy..
With that will be over his work.
No right, nor hold, has he on me after.
15.12.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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