Ofcourse forgetfulness makes a bliss,
Man would be swayed between quarters,
Has to forget many a heartless kiss,
If memory to persist,create martyrs.
If quarrels to remain in our hearts,
Broken love still to haunt our mind,
Oh!man would be torn to parts,
Partings of kith and kin to remind.
Its golden hand extends a boon,
When elated in flying wings,
Man ebbs high as the sun in the noon,
He forgets and forgives all bickerings.
Oh ! it still betters bitter memories,
And the world through the centuries.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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