The allegation too will die
fair lady of my native,
Seven
years my elder,
Whose
marriage I attended
With
my lustful eyes
Upon
her fair, velvet skin
When
I was barely thirteen,
Was
dead a few days back
At
her seventy five,
Ailing
from cancer at Madurai.
With
her will die the allegation
That
she had her father in law in bed,
With
her helpless meek husband.
23.10.2009


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