You made me matter.

Rain takes its taste
when it blends with earth.
Force takes its energy
when it burns the matter.
Soul takes its heart
when it enters the body.
I took interest in life
when I took your heart.

Else I would have been
tasteless, energy-less,
heart-less and life-less.
06.07.2001, Pkd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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