The harvests have been less than seeds sown, <br />Sometimes nil, land turning barren, <br />And sometimes lost due to the pests <br />In the end, each reaps bundles of regrets. <br />13.12.2007<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regrets-reaped/
