I see just headlines in dailies,
Read bits in the periodicals
And ignore reading any materials.
I condole over phones, bless through
E-mails and ignore persons in person.
With kids to tutors and parents to servants,
I work in days and party at nights.
My wisdom justifies, ‘no time’.
My conscience pricks ‘no concerns’.
My guilt whips, ‘no empathy’.
Fear late engulfs, ‘who will help me die? ’
01.08.2007
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-will-help-me-die/
