The constipation

Pity is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you cleanse your soul.

Being true is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you please your soul.

To part with is a kind of love
That you must experience;
Doing so, you ease your soul.

To earn, to gain and to count
Are things done with creed and pride
To fill and stuff the soul with.

The soul is the bowel, which’s full
When you’re in the pinnacle.
The bowl must ease out its contents.

Unless you pity, be true
And gift in the path of life,
Your soul has to constipate.
10.10.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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