I lend not my hand <br />But spend to stand. <br />I mind bank balance <br />Not wife’s mind balance. <br />I caress not kids <br />But address for their comforts. <br />Each one earns to be big <br />And ends turning a pig. <br />The society is in isolation <br />And sick without consolations. <br />01.08.2007<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-society-grows-sick/
