It is my boon.

I eat less; I sleep less.
Yet I am tireless.
It is my boon.

I lust for, at sixty,
Women sixteen to sixty.
It is my boon.

I have the woman
Half my age in flirtation.
It is my boon.

I send the woman
In her teen to orgasm.
It is my boon.

So I want no heaven
As I lived through heaven.
It is my boon.
21.07.2000, Paralakhemundi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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