Thangamony and Shanmughom,
A loving pair diverged to
suffer.
He had fortune and she, misfortune.
He had lovely spouse and she,
a drunkard.
He met her, felt her and wept
for her.
From the bed of rose, he
thought of
thorn.
She ekes out; he weeps out.
She is a coolly; he is gloomy
As a maid, she is hit, he
doubly.
As her son is denied food,
He resolves to forgo his
food.
She is more than his wife.
Her son is more than his.
Her humiliation is his
humiliation.
As a widow, she is
undisturbed
As a lover, he is perturbed.
He is not an ex-lover to her
But she is so, to him.
Her identity unfolds.
As his wife sulks
She flees their home.
He is upset.
Doubts are cleared.
His wife is reconciled.
He finds her son back
The son is back home.
He is his foster father.
He cannot be the foster
husband.
Her son and his daughter
Grow together
He could not live for her.
He wanted to live for her
son.
His love for her
Is subtly sublimated on her
son.
He does it with the hope
That she will return once
And see his gratitude.
If I were in his shoes
I would give her son my girl.
The love of
Thangamony and Shanmughom
Is the perfect example
For every ex-love pair.
31.05.2002
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