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Quench His Yen, You Hen!
You type a mail
of love in laptop.
Words of honey,
love and embrace,
hug and kiss,
you repeat
to loot his heart,
in the first strike;
e-mail it to
ten roaming minds.
The weakling,
to quell his spell
of lust, falls
in your tempting web.
The haste with which
you catch him,
quench his yen,
waste his money,
and cast him in peril
to groan and bemoan,
and be gone,
is amazing!
Is it fair
to lift his heart
in your talons
for soaring awhile
and dropp him down
as a whacked lovesick?
Is this the love,
whispered
in your dreams
by the angels
of the Heaven?
poem
by
Rajendran Muthiah
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