Food in store turns poison
I admired her for her popularity
I loved and married for her popularity.
More admirers came close to her
For the very popularity.
I killed her for the same popularity.
One crave for the best
And with it he is with out rest
31.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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