Women kill men in their sport.

When love at first instant is turned down,
it is a foetus death, painless.
When it is admitted and thrown out,
it is an infantile death, painful.
When it is grown and left barren,
it is an adulthood death, much painful.
When love is built but then split,
It is a death by accident, pain unbearable.
Why does not woman understand it?
26.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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