Wrap Your Filth By Holy Love Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Your love, for your dear love, I breathe in and out.
But you dear gentle cheater, tells lies with ease.
I traced your name in nets for I had a doubt
that doctors have no time to bathe in breeze.

Where is thy Cunningham Avenue in Google map?
Whence you have got your Postal Pin?
Make the holy fire of love thy filth to wrap.
Once my money transferred, all of you would grin!

O me, where've taken me the smiles in your face?
Wet my face by lips before you push me down!
With comfort, I'll fall painless in that steep race,
headlong into the sea of grief, and drown.
What a headstrong mom, Lola you're to fool this man
Who knows not to cheat but tearful lines to write he can.