TO THEE MY LOVE dedicated to my Love

              Those days were my heaven

              I  was waiting for her in a bower to love

              she came and vanised as an angel

              she hold my fingers as carrying a flower

              Her touch and fragrance from her hair

             were really a fine moments of my life

             whenever I took my pem to write

             Her face will come to change my writtings as poems

             Whenever i call my daughter

             Her talks will remember her

             Her love and her touch made me this ordinary man

            as a poet  and give me such  pride

            Where she  has gone and why?

           My old rituals and customs  were

           burried her in the South end grave yard of my town

                SakthiRavichandran