A Loving Woman
Love was in her genes; she couldn’t say no.
She was friendly to men who had crush on her.
She was free with men she was in love with.
She didn’t say no to men of rank and name.
She entertained men out of pity,
For their madness and for their servitude.
Causing pleasure in men was her pleasure-
A kind of sacrifice for sake of love.
It was not vice, nor lasciviousness.
It is like flowers emitting fragrance.
Relationships never spoilt her character.
She remained a good mother, unsoiled.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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