Expression hidden Lady

On my walk, down the way, one day,
By chance I met you in the way,
The one, to hold me in your sway,
Who by I was blinded to stay.

I wanted to convey my thought.
I dared not, as I intended.
What I said is not what I’d meant.
What I meant wasn’t understood.

In the course, you somehow understood
Why I was behind you all the way.
My moves you virtually elbowed
But granted audience at ease.

Sculptures and portraits I enjoy.
Likewise your visions I enjoy.
You are like statues, mute and silent.
Unlike them, you have a soul. Enough.
24.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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