Cupid Stages A Walk Out! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

It isn't a sizzling affair
between him andher.
If she goes wet in rains
he stretches his umbrella.
In case he suffers from cold
she gives him pills to cure.
When she fails to bring lunch
he sends her a box of food.
If she keeps quiet and moody
he'd ask, "Is your ship wrecked? "
If he says no jokes to laugh
she'd say, "Is today a day of mourning? "
"Shall I meet your wife? ", if she asks,
he'd say, "She doesn't like fair women".
"Shall I speak to your husband? ", if he asks,
"He'll speak only to women", she quips.
They pass the time in this way
without any amoral contact.
When others murmur and spread rumours
they care least about it.
Admirable creations of God!
May this race multiply!