Let it not be frequent.
Listening and listening,
I was drawn to that tune.
Listening more and more,
I went weary of that tune.
Seeing and seeing,
I was drawn to her face.
Seeing more and more,
I went weary of her face.
Let the action be often, not frequent.
05.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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