My P.Q. intriguing.

To untie a knot, I have no patience.
Instead, I sever it.
To stand in a queue, I have no time.
Rather, I would forego the show.
To read a novel, I have no mood.
I skip the buses crowded.
Low Persistent Quotient I have.
But it proves false in my love
For you, that persists without success,
Waiting for years, with patience..
21.07.2001, Pkd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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