I gave you my love that you accepted.
To accept love itself is to requite love
On the part of woman born of modesty.
I regard the happy moments you gave me.
Now that you left me, I have no grudge.
God is not cursed when a soul is withdrawn.
16.07.2008
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-don-t-curse-the-god/
