Parents’ limit

The pearl on your lobe.
Its shell, who minds?

The rose on your lock.
Its stock, who minds?

The silk on your bosom.
Its folks, who minds?

The beauty on your body.
Your parents, who cares?

Parents should know this.
Then they know their limits.
21.03.2000, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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