Lady Telephone Operator Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He was the lady telephone operator
Beautifull, breathtaking,
Cooing into the phone
Talking to the callers
To the company, sitting
Supine and straight,
In the rorating chair,
standing up to occassionaly
Her good structure,
Fallimg in love with her
Looking like his lovely mother
Reminscing of Cleopatra
With curls like a halo
Around her lovely face,
The owner of which
Fell for his love, keeping
Her chastity in tact to be enjoyed
Fell into the silent words
Of unspoken love,
She despaired as her parents
Denied the unision with her lover
On the grounds of religions
Different they belonged
To leave her lover forever,
To please religion and parents,
She tied the matrimonial knot
To a divorcee to submit
Her so sacredly kept chastity,
And to look after her kids.