Slavery is not drudgery.

Virtually I can’t defy
What my little grandson dictates.
I am a slave to him.
Willingly I can’t disobey
What the woman of my love wants.
I am a slave to her.
Slavery is not at all drudgery.
Being a slave is exuberant.
07.03.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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