Rajendran Muthiah

Gold Star - 14,734 Points (16.03.1950)

African Touch And Russian Cure - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Do you have sense my dear wench?
You shouldn't reach me soon to drench
in destitute situations dire.
A leap off Africa from mire
isn't fair the old man's hands to clench.

The pedicurists my heart wrench!
your touch pushes me in a trench
and kisses me to fall in fire.
Do you have sense my dear?

A manicurist to retrench
from her land yearns, and to avenge
poverty, likes me to hire.
Tattooists too, to me wire.
The maids mail me my thirst to quench.
Do you have sense my dear?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poor girls to save their parents from the grip of poverty email letters to me to marry them and let them do their professional work in India. I resend letters of advice to heal their minds.This is the gist.

Comments about African Touch And Russian Cure by Rajendran Muthiah

  • (4/20/2012 11:41:00 PM)

    so sad! ! In south east Asian region, where lots of retired lonely hearts, who are still married, a few widowed and have their EPF and pension are becoming the easy targets to the china Dolls. Once the money is finished, these women would leave the guys and lately we see the old wives and the adult children taking care of the pauper fathers who are poor and disgraced.........

    Now it may be or may not be from Africa! !
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012

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