Rajendran Muthiah Poems

The poledancers from the bars are their parts shaking
in all the media, thanks to Covid's impact.
"Buy one and get one free is in the making
in the life of the sex workers, in their pact.
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He was hurt at the love-front, when she said,
" I hate you", for his talking to a fair maid.
"Has Corona contracted you? ", he asked her.
"If you speak more, you'll be in trouble", she replied.
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Many a boy before the running train jumps
and men from the top floor leap down to death.
The functions of the senses, Covid benumbs.
Dare not men to touch women and lose their breath.
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The leaders fight with words to make noise
but their plebs argue with swords, losing poise.
The Collectors keep mum
but their peons make loud hum.
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Pandemonium broke out in the country
when the guest workers agitated for
buses and trains to go back home.
The angst-ridden youths shouted
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Was the day we parted, the day of defeat
or my Waterloo in love? By chance we met,
and each morn with a lovely smile you did greet,
and by ill-fate, you said 'bye', yet you're my pet.
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He blanched at the words she said when they met last.
With pride, spleen and hate, she goes off the heaven.
These flaws in a boffin make him look aghast
and he blandly smiles as for no cause they're riven.
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In our heart there is the spirit of love!
You sparked and in all its glory made it glow.
Your smiles and looks are the fuel to wow
and move the emotions in me to flow.
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When I walk on the road the sun becomes hot.
If I go to a theater, they display 'Houseful'.
If I enter a hotel, to take lunch,
I see the board, 'Meals exhausted'.when I
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The bees go far and near
and hide into the flowers new sans fear
but after surfeiting, gear themselves
to come back home as the bonds
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