With a pass, no trespass

You saw me from the yard.
Then…
You greeted from the threshold.
Then…
You invited me to tea.
Then…
You served me dinner too.
Then…
No more call, I am at wait.

Only that much kind
Or only that much bold
You are, my dear!

All the time
I have entered with a pass.
In future too,
I shall not trespass.
11.11.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam ChettiarReport problemRelated quotes
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