The Fall Of An M.B.B.S. To An Eighth Class-Rogue. Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
The Fall Of An M.B.B.S. To An Eighth Class-Rogue.
The doctor scrabbled about his hip.
Vardha felt joy though in acute pain.
Why did she from her level dip?
She found where the scorpion bit a sprain.
Vardha felt joy though in acute pain.
He twisted his body screaming aloud.
She found where the scorpion bit a sprain.
Amazed she was removing the shroud.
He twisted his body screaming aloud.
He was ashamed to point at that writhing spot.
Amazed she was removing the shroud.
Her starved, fleshy body felt so hot.
He was ashamed to point at that writhing spot.
Yet he dared to show and won her heart.
Her starved, fleshy body felt so hot.
She hugged him and abhorred the time to fart.
Yet he dared to show and won her heart.
And met her often to have her treat.
She hugged him and abhorred the time to fart.
She ignored the threats for him to meet.
The Jihadhis warned her for a rogue to keep
but she scrabbled about his hip.
To save him from the gang, she put herself to sleep.
Why did she from her level dip?
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5/3/2024 8:13:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To save him from the gang, she put herself to sleep., , too sad, but in most of the famous love stories of the world, the end is always sad. One of our Tamil Directors might have started writing a script...