Cookies In Networks! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I was cowed down by your warning hest
of not to have access to you by phone
Or to see thy face, I shouldn't dare.
How long you want to continue this ban dear?
Lift this ban and let me breathe free a while.
I will pass this test of keeping silence
as I don't want to disturb you a bit.
But prolonging this curfew with no end
will guide me find a doctor to treat me.

Your name means cool but your words make me
take to heels. Your looks give me a kick
but soon change to make me sick. Your voice
rejoices but soon loses its poise.
Advice you give but soon blame me for some vice.
For a tryst I begged, you clenched your fists.
For the belly drills proposed to make you lean
You judged me silly and filthy in mind.
As you don't like flattery, I speak frankly
of your frailties but you get embroiled.
Teach me some holy truths in person to follow
as the cookies in Servers wait for some fishy things.