Rajendran Muthiah Poems

Either you must have been forbidden to receive
messages from me or you would have hated
to see my words as you have not yet confessed
your love to me. Like the falls in hills
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O my estranged deer! In Covid's cruel rule
the leaders, doctors andcops are scared
and they hide their headsbefore the virus, cool.
To touch and bury its preys, they never dared.
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The Covid stared at the Solar eclipse
but not affected with solar retinopathy
an intense blindness that would have checked
spike in infections and communnal spread.
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Before I tell, 'who I love', to my friend,
he showed me her photos, she did send.
'Love', I buried in my mind
and consoled him with words kind
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The leaders fight with words to make noise
but their plebs argue with swords, losing poise.
The Collectors keep mum
but their peons make loud hum.
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What rare gifts for my Aussie-friend I had?
Ants, mosquitoes and scorpions will be bad
even if they don't have,
for the bacterias to save.
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The Christians convert us giving buns.
The Jigadhis steal our boys toting guns.
God has no religion
or love to any region.
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O my churl, relieve yourself from your anger
lift the ban imposed on me from your smiles
to see and relish; can't wait no longer;
see my mind, aimless in the sky, sails.
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The poledancers from the bars are their parts shaking
in all the media, thanks to Covid's impact.
"Buy one and get one free is in the making
in the life of the sex workers, in their pact.
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He was hurt at the love-front, when she said,
" I hate you", for his talking to a fair maid.
"Has Corona contracted you? ", he asked her.
"If you speak more, you'll be in trouble", she replied.
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