Shout At Me Aboo! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I have gained a black-belt for wooing you
and so don't try to scare me with your bile;
It's short-living and don't like it to brew
The times with which you scorned me grows up a pile.

You lack the manners of how to tell things.
No one can mend you unless you take own steps.
Every word you said hit me deep as from slings;
your brutal silence to call me back perturbs.

Where were we born and how we met are by fate.
A bubble's life we have you know it well;
if you hate me once, for e'er will you hate?
to give me a ring and life, stops you what hell?

Beforethepredictions of danger to earth prove true
come out in open at least to shout at me a boo!