Is It Amour Or A Tremor? Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

O my God! Take me to the vales ofNilgris
and let me wet in the solazing breeze
for healing the wounds made in my heart.
I sought to find the reality within her
Outward glamour enhanced with touches
of beauty-parlours, creamsand perfumes
I failed in my venture and got nailed down.
I held out an olive branch to appease her
but calling a truce rouses her ire and fire.

I tried to tame her with soothing words
but pride in her head and pimple in her face
tumble me down with a crumbling heart.
Giving terrible shocks and scars with cruel words,
She'll make the wimps to run and the shy to moan.
She might have coined these words in the Wuhan lab
and her whisper of these words will fell you down.
A harridan in smiles but with thrashing words
to make you wheel and reel in the more.


If you don't have a natter to warm up
her narcissistic tastes, she'll knock you out
and her scarce words will smack your head to be mad.
Her pride is warped in America and her skill
sharpened in China, no chance to stand and face!