Suspecting is inborn

In spite of intimacy,
In spite of privacy,
And in spite of secrecy,
No woman of repute
Budged an inch to my wish.
Yet, I am beset with doubts
When my woman is closeted
With men acquaintances.
23.05.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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