Taste waxes and wanes

A full moon strikes you
But it will wane soon.
A new moon is out of sight
But it will wax later.
The cute turned wearied
And the mute, agreeable
When they are constantly
Presented to men folks.
24.03.2000, Palakkad.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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