Viola Is Viola And Goneril, Goneril! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

She'll let her beloved to open the gates
Of his mind and heart and tell sweetest things.
If he showers praises on her with words
Of her beauty, voice, talents, hair-style and gait
She'll display her surpassing parts to him.
In case he diverts to his own tales
She'll intervene and say, "No need at all"
If hejumps over the bounds and lauds her flesh
She likes it, when she is out of home.
She gleams when men go in orbits round her.
When she is indoors, she hates even mails.
She wants not heart to heart talk but of his own.

She bombards with words of punch when she's angry.
Each word, sends a hit of a ton's weight
Into an innocent man and upsets him.
If the man is gentle, he'll not rise again.
Some with shortage of courage and experience
will break, shriek, go mad or depressed.
To the man lured by her charms and smiles
She gives back mental injuries, insults
and damage of his personality.
He with a hardened heart and bitter hits
doesn't feel sorry when he is thrown out.
Nursing his wounds by hearing plaintive songs,
he murmurs, "Viola is Viola and Goneril, Goneril!
If love is to disturb the gentle hearts
then love, the youths need not have in this earth.