Being receptive to my heed
You rejected not my love.
In value, I’m appreciated.
For that you’re not depreciated.

By my deeds and words
You were kindled to bloom.
In value, you’re appreciated.
For that I ’m not depreciated.

By body and sense, either
way, were not we tinted?

But
Hearts are beset;
Minds are septic;
Thoughts are haunted;
Feelings are crippled;
Path is bleak.

Are we not depreciated
Each for the other
To get the other appreciated,
By feeding the other?

It is a myth to think otherwise.
13.06.99, Palakkad

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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