Otiose Love Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

O my sprinter, when will you break your silent fast?
The lockdown for months has forfeited my chance
and in a pathetic gloom I have been cast.
My brawn is crushed by your wrath of avalanche.

When you liked to sever my touch with you
I stopped soon all modes of communication.
You'd replace this otiose lover with a new
who is manly with an outburst of passion.

If we meet face to face by God's dictates
You need not feel sorry for my lassitude.
God hasn't given me a mind that oscillates
and an unshaking heart with fortitude.

The love you catapulted into my mind insane
damaged my life and stormed off like a hurricane.



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