Gift It Only Once! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Spring's beauty springs not in thy lovely face;
your feet aren't swift as the autumnal wind.
Like the slide of summer-snow, your speech hasn't pace.
Without a word, you're cool like a frozen mind.

God has hidden in your face, beauty's treasure
and you'll bequeath it your heirs in abundance.
You let me amaze at it with pleasure
and breathed my soul with thoughts of elegance.

In your harmful heart, lies no love towards me
as your words show no decency and respect.
My overt mind speaks out the thoughts free,
which make you my honesty to suspect.

Is love a milk-booth from place to place to shift?
God moulds the souls to give it only once as a gift!