Sorrow has joyful shadows

Had I not crafted your company
No sorrow could have crept in.
Had you not shelved your consent
No sorrow might have stayed in.
The game is lost; the play is lost.
Finality of our separation is certain.
Yet the reminiscence stands to gain.
13.03.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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