The Vulnerable One isn’t So

How high we build our hopes!
How low they turn out!
Not a good look, a widow,
Not an affluent, at middle age,
She repelled my approaches,
In spite of friendliness,
In spite of secret moments.
I think her qualm warns her

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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