The woman I loved, <br />The only woman <br />If I ever loved, <br />Is, by accident, she, <br />Who is very much a doe, <br />Too frail, too fragile, <br />Too timid and too shy <br />To live up to her desire. <br />As meek as a mouse, <br />Whom how to arouse? <br /> <br />That woman I loved, <br />A respectful class, <br />And my dear brass, <br />Is, by accident, she, <br />Who is of a clan, a clan <br />Known for supremacy <br />Of women in their affairs, <br />Where her will prevails, <br />And where her desire is ultimate, <br />Her man is to subordinate. <br /> <br />When will you gain <br />Your supremacy, <br />That now is latent <br />And potent in you? <br />When will you tear <br />Your fear and shear <br />Your barrier, my dear? <br />Till then, till then, <br />I am at your doorstep. <br />Just a call. All the bliss. <br />11.06.99<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-true-of-your-clan/
