Maharaja Chandnu in the Mahabharat, <br />To win his belated love battle <br />Over his beloved, a fisherman’s blonde, <br />Had with him four armours: <br />Bhismar as his son, himself a widower, <br />The woman still a spinster <br />And she not from a formidable clan. <br />None of these are my arms, <br />With which I wage for her a battle <br />That might turn futile. <br />Does a bud unfurl <br />on the certainty of its fertility?<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-roads-not-to-rome/
