True love

To love a woman,
Assured of her status,
Is like the seed sown
In a prepared land,
To rear an orchard.
To love a woman
At the very first sight
Is like the seed dispersed
Over raw land as such,
To emerge as wild plant.
The wild plant hardly dies.

True love is not the love
Of the prince for the princess.
30.05.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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