The Relieved one

I loved to marry two girls
For their hues and shades but didn’t.
I met them, thirty years after.
I was relieved that I didn’t marry.
Both turned dull with low brain.
The budding beauty is a bad barometer.

One’s looks are a lure to a lad
By which he loses his head is caught.
06.10.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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