A Provocation-Proof Puritan

When the damsels flog smiles to fell me,
I turn my face to the other side.
When flashes fly from their eyes,
I shut my eyes to evade the hurt,
and I hear their whispers, 'You Plonker! '.
I won't let the wool be pulled over my eyes
by listening to their calling, 'Honey! ' to rob my money.
Blocking the webs of sex in my computer,
I don't feel hunger to see those heavenly grandeur.

I don't want to see and badmouthe
of their bubbling beauties springing towards me.
I would bend my head and look down on the earth.
I pray to the Almighty often to save me
from these devouring passionate fairies.
No nubile can make this heart mobile
to go after her mad with an inferno of emotions.
O my God! Erect a wall around me to stop
the waves of their glazing looks make my heart flop.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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