Possessiveness

If I listen to the chirping swallow,
my nightingale sings a sad melody.

If I were lured by the perfume of Jasmine,
the face of my rose goes red.

If I take a bite of the Himalaya apple
my mango of Salem turns sour.

If I snooze in the shade of the banyan
my cool neem shrink her leaves.

If I sip some juice of orange,
my sweet grape feels cold.

If I see some smiling faces in face book,
my wife grumbles and shuts down the computer.

But, if I read some lines in my mother Tamil,
my step-mother English sprinkles a broad smile.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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