Plus and minus is more than zero.

You sapped my soul and snapped the cord
When you left, forever, my company
Because it is you who gave me sap and cord
When you were with me in love harmony.
Maybe no sorrow, had I not courted you.
Maybe no sorrow had you not drifted off.
Pleasure of reminiscence is the end product.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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