by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
Eighteen months have rolled.
The Mars came round to the same spot.
Having stayed out, I came out to the same spot
With my visit made known to you.
You were there as was told,
Itself a great relief to my pulsing heart.
You came clad in cotton you know I like.
But not with the stud I gifted.
You didn’t avoid engaging me in talk,
All in spite of the familiar people around.
I leave you with a heavy heart, recharged.
You haven’t vacated me over the time and the space.
Let me live with the pleasure of being remembered.