Feeble Feel Of Love
My limbs alone are not dull.
by Rajendran Muthiah
My mind too falls often in lull.
My muse scuttles not in a dell
and makes my heart charmed in a spell.
To write a letter of a line
how hidden in a darker mine?
The cells keep the youths on cloud nine
and to share their feels they don't pine.
How long about love I can write
with dreams of wonder in the night.
Visit me in sleep, the wights to fright
and stop my darting looks in my sight.
I want to hang my love feeling pen up
and sip the sacred honey from the cup.
Into the realm of wenches I won't look
and ye youths browse through that beauteous book!