Longing too dies

I no longer long for
What has gone stale
Or what I have got tiered of.
I no longer long for
Who has hurt me
Or who has switched over.
Longing dying, suffering ceases.
As old, we least long for the world.
25.12.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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