Treat Candles And Stars At Par Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

When I covet for the twinkling distant star,
the lamps and candles advise me to have a look
on the flowers which want me to treat them at par.
O my cruel ogre! The strong base of love you shook
and pulled down the palaces built in mind
by ogling to men and by your mean outlook.
Did I do any work of seditious kind?
To spoil your name, did I use traduced words?
You threw me off and my nerves you did bind,
and around my neck you tightened the cords.
You feel free to tell your family pedigree
and when I speak, to stop my speech, your head nods.
You seek men to speak, but with me you don't agree.
O you speak! Your words move me on a writing spree.