MN (11-08-1970 / )

Priests And Doctors Are Privileged.

There is a tag to wipe your sin.
There is a tag to earn you bliss.
There is a tag to cure your ills.
There is a tag to keep off ills.
Priests and doctors get their fees.
You pay them without guarantees.


by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

Comments (5)

The poem's whole point is in the last line - brilliant
mary we are endated with lilac bushes I have two next door has four, the smell is beautiful when there all in bloom, you got the poem right, perfection again10 cheers sylvia
Mary, this is a beautiful poem. I love how certain things can trigger memories.
old love is so wonderfull, you old people are so cute, the old values are best neil
It rhymes and is cute. You could sell this to Hallmark. ;) -chuck