Naughty And Beauty Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

You are a beauty;
I am a naughty.
Alive is your beauty
As I grow naughty.

Are you a beauty
Since I am naughty
Or am I naughty
As you are a beauty?

You owe your beauty
To me, a naughty.
By me you are hectic
To enrich your beauty.

My naughtiness
Brings you liveliness.
My mischievousness
Fills in your emptiness.

It pinches your heart
And induces new shoot.
It agitates your lips
To prepare for starch.

As you’re fabulous
I am mischievous.
As I’m mischievous
You grow nervous.

To have you blush,
To intrigue you,
To make you shy,
I want to be sly.

You hate me, front,
And love me, back.
You shut your eyes
When my eyes meet.

A needle pierces.
It stitches too.
A knife may bruise.
It serves you, too.

The sun beats hot.
Yet leaves want it.
The fire emits heat.
It only cooks meat.

You charge my belly.
I charge your heart.
Lust wets you pretty.
Lust sets me smart.

Could you love me
As I am naughty?
Who else but me
Can keep you happy?
27.04.2001, Pmdi