Rajendran Muthiah Poems

They know well if her cell-phone is probed,
his sleepless life will be doom-laden!
Yet he sends mails and she soon responds.
They know well holy love is proscribed there
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My Gazalle has shed tears before me
for some words in ire spit at her.
Joy and brimming smile she has lost
and the car-free sleep I lost for ever.
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The Covid blizzard sweeps away
not alone the humans, but the lions,
shut into zoos and denied the natural air.
People good or bad, great or mean,
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You don't observe the bilateral pact
that every message will get a reply.
The causes for the stand-ff between us
remain unsolved as you behave not with tact.
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As the covaxine injections are given free,
the welfare democracies should take steps
to install free the Pegasus - software
in all the cellphones of the people.
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Where doth love takes its birth,
Iolena, to fill the hearts with mirth
and bid the loved live a life of worth?
It makes the gentle souls to soar
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No one can restore him from the trance,
In which he enjoys seraphs' dance.
The waves keep calm in mid night,
feasting th' note of Cuckoo's might.
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No one can restore him from the trance,
Where he enjoys seraphs' dance.
The waves keep in night
Feasting the note of Cuckoo's might.
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All the plants bear no flowers.
And the bees visit, smell the scent,
Suck honey, faint and hum hymns,
blossoms some which spread their perfumes,
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When I took my Gazalle into a grove,
Some eve-teasers crossed our way.
I pushed my parrot back and sneered at the crew
and they kept away sane a word to say.
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