Hexing Looks To Inspire Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I did often say my friends,
' I'm by physique and mind bold'.
But when my Gazalle looks at me
her eyes shoot beams and hold me still.

She woke up my sleeping mind
to be loud and eloquent
and sing hymns on unsung feats
of silenced, ignored, buried stars.

When I warned her with words of ire,
she didn't by her mouth at me fire.
She arms herself with harmless calm,
and makes me beg her excuse.

For two years I've been watching her,
smiles and captivating looks.
My pen takes no rest and shakes in sleep
but scribbled numbers in large numbers.

But woe to me! Once my eyes
relished the sights of her lusty parts
my pen felt tired and kicked around.
And I was not writing no more.