Regrets of the past

I had left my land, my abode,
Many valuables, many pursuits,
All, in times, with little regrets
Like adults fleeing their mothers.
Women I had fallen in love with
Stay still with me in thought.
I still bethink myself of them
Like mothers for their young ones.
13.06.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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