The identity and its cause

I did for parents as I stood by parents.
I did for siblings as they stood as my
parts.
I did for my wife and children later
As they are seen as my branches.
I did for women whom I wooed and
Loved,
With the hope of getting them.
I was the net loser, losing happily.
Identity with one makes you that one.
04.10.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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