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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sizzling Love Affair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her horny hands pulled him in her house<br>to have some snacks and tea, <br>as he was her schoolmate, <br>a gleaming trumpet in the class those days<br>but people now murmur about her putting ‘s' before ‘trumpet'.<br>&quot; Look at me and write a paean for me &quot;, she whispered.<br>&quot;I will get fainted if I see your eyes straight&quot;, he said.<br>&quot;See my body and feel dizzy&quot;, she mumbled.<br>&quot;I will fall headlong into hell, if I do so&quot;, he begged to leave him.<br>&quot;That sculptor asked me stand bare<br>and got an award for the statue he made&quot;, she cajoled.<br>&quot; I don't look at the hair-pin bends or peaks <br>on which many a head tumble and roll<br>with the sensual eyes of a painter.<br>I'm a mind- reader and a heart- plumber.<br>I'll be sparked if something remarkable found&quot;, he narrated.<br>&quot; To hell with your eyes, which are shy <br>to gaze at me and fly high in the sky.<br>A doctor looked at me as a civil engineer did.<br>A teacher marveled at me as if a tower crumbled by a quake.<br>A scientist was a silent spectator on me.<br>A cinema director brought his video camera to record.<br>But a politician is an impostor<br>who pays not for the pleasure he finds.<br>You, a bearded pen-wielder, don't excite me, <br>with your enthralling lines to take my soul to heaven.<br>Don't bloom yourself seeing the stunning spectacles<br>of this figure which lit the lamp of life in several homes&quot;<br>she recounted and her last words urged him to take his pen.<br>But a police officer entered and took her into dark<br>and he wended his way out to see the refugees<br>and their starvation-painted faces on the borders.<br>---------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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a gleaming trumpet in the class those days
but people now murmur about her putting ‘s' before ‘trumpet'.
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