shanmugampoem2011
Tuesday 17 March 2015
Confidence is a monster.
My father is my side
By my sheer devotion.
No need to care any;
I can get a lion’s share.
31.12.2011
Death is the last blow.
Hair turned gray; a blow.
Sight went weakened; a blow.
Teeth bid farewell; a blow.
Limbs failed; semen dried.
Blows after blows I bore.
Death is the last blow that
I won’t be there to bear.
30.12.2011
Why is He so?
Yes, he is an emperor,
A killer of millions,
A father of thousands,
And a husband of hundreds.
He is not shown wrong;
He is not told sinful.
Apparently liked by all,
He is loved by none at all,
Wife and sons no exception.
He has no faith in any.
God still tolerates him,
Which I can’t know why.
30.12.2011
Must you be a king?
Being a king, you don’t trust
the queen.
Being a kink, you don’t trust
sons.
Being a king, you suspect
everyone.
A watchman will horbour no
such pain.
30.12.2011
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