Age Withers Not Love Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

She strove to woo me by her bewitching smiles,
mindless of my age, colour or huge belly
just came back from Kailash as a tired lot.
Why she craved my love, still I don't know.
She gave me feasts of smiles as rains from the sky.

An awakening there was in my body
and I resumed to write again some songs
Of longing and she too could have felt alike.
I fell to her, so fell she into my heart.
We clipped together in dreams and not in deeds.

I couldn't walk aroundher though she liked
as modesty and decency kept us apart.
As we ought to be proper models
to the younger folks who adore us both,
We keep off our lips from being entwined.

Love is enshrined in the deep of our hearts
and it'll last long till the end of this world.