Sorry for the trouble

She said,
“I love you; I still love you; it’s true.
Steal my heart and leave my flesh, ”
She continued,
“I can’t get stolen by flesh as the stigma
looms
From my children, grown in age and
ranks.”
12.07.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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