Mercilessness

You stopped climbing
After certain height.
I thought that
It was due to fright.
You stood standstill.
‘Coyness’ I thought.
It is written on the wall
You want to retreat.
Otherwise, your promise
To grant me a home visit,
Cannot last for eight
Months, with all the twist.
Today when I met you
You showed the gesture
But I found in it no pasture.
You need not climb up
But at least, not to climb down.
The minimum, honesty expects.
04.05.2000, Mannarghat.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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