Love is a trade.

When a man is landed up
with a woman of fortune,
to wed her, he is haste
lest some one should usurp.
When he has the upper hand
he is quick for her flesh,
With wedding not in card,
himself not in confidence.

Love is a trade
and is bought by fraud.
25.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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