Confiding is a pleasure
Thought of love,
Its events and progress,
And pitfalls if any,
He or she must have
A companion
To confide to and verify with.
Spirit then is relived.
Paradise is revisited.
Alas, he and she
When entangled
In an aberrant love
Are helpless
And in recluse,
Mincing it themselves,
And missing the very prod
A companion can lend.
Guilt ruling the roost,
Shame cripples her
To share with one
Her passion and emotion.
If fully drenched
Gone would be shivering.
Which hero or heroine
Has no companion
In the play and drama?
Accept the one chosen
By us and confide with her
What all you have of me.
03.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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