Crime must cove crime

A woman of passion married a king,
Who, a widower, fell for her beauty.
Consumed by passion, madness in heart,
She could not but love his son, so robust,
‘And wanted to bend the stiffness of his will.’
She began to tempt him with all her assets
And miserably failed to seduce him.
Bitten by the rage, born out of ignominy
Of being neglected and pride wounded,
She ventured to take revenge on the son.
In front of her husband, she accused him
Of having raped her using his absence.
The king in rage put to death his son.
‘If love will not obey, it must be vanquished, ’
The queen beamed, with guilt underneath gnawing.
02.02.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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