Two way applause
I’m lavish with praises for you
So that you’d be so to me or
Since you’ve been so to me.
Each of us basks at our glory.
Egos want food that we serve thus.
It’s mutual as we intend love.
The imitation of jewelry
Is the limitation of the have-not.
We aren’t real jewels.
No harm, no loss, and hence no shame.
Soothing is a pseudo-applause.
Let us feign jewels to each other.
17.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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