The Old Guards For Girls Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

When men in nineties
marry girls of twenties
and live in peace
off the evil eyes of the Media,
one Municipality has made it
mandatory to mention
the age of the groom and the bride too
in the wedding cards.
The strolling old men with currency bundles
who buy girls without making noise
will feel delicate to tread
in the matrimonial market.

The girls see the old as gold
as the boys spray acids or repellents
on their beauty carved faces
being narrow in their thoughts.
Some dancers, models and actresses
prefer to wed the old guards
as they let them free to flight their wings
or flirt with men into the corridors secret
to have a peck at the fruits for pleasure.

The masked youths barge into houses,
brandish knives and decamp with gold.
They spend the money to booze
or on girls of the tinsel world and land in jails.
The boys rag girls, peddle drugs,
smuggle narcotics and burgle the houses of the cops
breaking open the lock with a crowbar,
once they get out of the cocktail bar.
They don't updat their technologies
to use guns or spread virus through the nets.
Slowly they stroll into the houses
and speed away as if on a Pegasus.
The girls can't imprison and shut
these fleeting youths in their hearts.

The girls don't marry the cops
as they leave them alone late at night
to steal two-wheeler-bateries and lap-tops
and chains of the ailing women
from the neighbourhood which has no patrolling.
The old is 16-carat gold out of which
they want to mould medals of pleasure.