The gravest anxiety

The goodwill and the ill-will earned will die
When the people who know about them die.
However great or low I grow in life,
I’ll be dust to ensuing generations.
This is the gravest anxiety with which
Each one is obsessed in his ending days.
25.07.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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