Love is a slavery

Slavery is there, in some form, everywhere.
Love, too, is a kind of slavery, unable to desist,
Unable to deny, and is tamed in blind pursuit.
A monarch, too, is a slave to his concubine.
05.02.2000, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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