Feeble Beauties Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair

When the breeze blows and flows at dawn,
Swam of bees rise and float in the air.
Coming close, confiding to the flowers,
The lovers rouse them with a soft touch.
A poor flower having plunged down,
In the ornate love of a fickle-minded,
Gave away what was dear to her.
He left her in fainted sleep,
Gently, approached another.
Deceitful act! In ecstasy,
The distressed beauty called out to him.
None will like the act of sharing love to many-
Small thief! Aren't ashamed of stealing-
The pride of these feeble beauties?
I sat on the park bench having reflected
On the deceit of this paramour
Someone woke me up pulling my hand,
Dragged me across the narrow path!

Mohanan.V.Nair