Marvelsof Creation! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

For a new one to enter love isn't a hole
when one rat leaves for a tasty bite.
Love is the abode of the eluding soul
and if it gets in, a new birth makes its sight.

O my dear! I don't forge letters sent to you
to post to welcoming beauties elsewhere.
Men with a good nature, you can see a few
and seeking a pure heart will be your nightmare!

TillI'm ecstatic, showers of poems I rain
to give vent to my feelings, and not to harm
anyone's name, but you find me insane
and doubt my words and deeds by your qualm.

Marvels of creation, lungs and hearts, stop by Covid's strike
and you too curb my spirit by your choleric spike!