Mend The Hearts Fall In Love At Sixteen
It was my habit to pry into
the note books of my son
to see casually what he did in school.
Once I stumbled upon a piece of paper
with different hand-writing.
On browsing it, I inferred,
my son had been caught
into the web of love.
The web-designer had couched her tongue
in Advanced Love(Java) with sentiments sloppy.
“My job will be tough
to bring him back to earth”, I thought.
“ This is the reason for your poor scores
in Physics and Chemistry”,
I blared with a glare at him.
“ No teachers for three months’, he mumbled.
“ You will lose your memory
and will be a second class student”, I said.
He was silent as a deaf.
“Those who aren’t fit to love
always talk ill of it”,
his silence seemed to say.
My wife thought of taking him to a saint
who could make him meditate
and think of God alone.
But the saints know not the pangs of love;
and most of them know to molest than to love.
“ When caste is stumped out
and religion is clean bowled in India,
my dear son, you respond;
till then you depend on your books”,
before I finished, he stared at my face.
It appeared he would say,
“ Such problems are in villages”.
“ Some naughty beauty has mesmerized my boy
To pick holes in my speech”, I guessed.
I could not seek the help of his friends,
to retrieve him from the dreamy world,
for they too are social in English dealing schools.
I didn’t want his Principal to advise him
as he was an animal in beating the boys
and would also bite at the face of my son.
I was searching of a person right
to counsel him correct.
His habit of praying to God suddenly flashed
and I drew him before the picture of a God,
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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