I taste honey having no taste
The Empress, I made you so.
Maybe others too did.
You get to have right to kill me.
You cannot set to have right
To kill my right to love you.
The Enchantress, I made you so.
Maybe others too did.
You lock me by your looks.
You wind me by your locks.
You have no right to kill that act.
You bathe in my loving you.
I wilt in my loving you.
Your love lurks intense.
Your words feign innocence.
In both I ambles in exuberance.
29.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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