Love would strike again

I have let go some unpunished and
Some forgiven; they aren’t my kin.
Mustn’t I forgive my love?
He hid the truth to gain my love.
He hid the facts to retain my love.
However, no reconciliation.
Love is a beautiful thing
That would happen to anyone
And at any number of times.
Looking forward to its happening,
I move forward without any scars.
Men are plenty; all are starving.
20.06.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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