The value is from innate feelings.
No music is so sweet
As the sound of applause.
The ego rules.
No sight is so cute
As the face of woman.
The lust rules.
No love is so pure
As the love of the mother.
The genes rule.
09.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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