Value is not constant.

I want to grow quickly.
Once grown, I loathe to.
I long for her like anything.
Once sidelined, I smudge.
The mother is no more
Dear when wife is near.
Don’t value the today,
Based on the yesterday.
Don’t value the tomorrow,
Based on the today.
16.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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