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Knock at the Doors of your Conscience
You ask the trees in the thicket;
in the shades of which you receited
the verses of love on me and they will rustle:
" Yeah, you loved her".
You call the waves of the billowy sea.
Before their eyes, you kissed me
and made a rush of your hand many a time on me,
and they will advance towards you looming and roaring:
" You cheat, don't tell lies! ".
You behold the roses in that garden
with your own natural eyes.
They will perfume to predict your doom and query:
" Are you a man born to a heroic mother? ".
You listen to the god-given voice of the bees and birds.
They will hum and chirp in a simple tongue:
" You shameless brute! Go to the nether world."
Why should I seek the help of the custodians of law
to bring you beside me to live a life bogus?
When your guilty conscience fails to herald your fall
what change the man-made laws will make in you?
poem
by
Rajendran Muthiah
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