Love has no cause

Crooked lips stand not in the way,
Manly nose is too.
So are cashew apple breasts.
So are manly tone and thin plait.
As shy fruit, you never deterred.
As a forbidden apple you never bored.
Then which is the cause?
To find the cause, I am still in love.
17.02.2002, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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