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