Beware Of These Men, Love Vs Lust, Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

Young women learn it for yourselves
It`s at times an illusion as some say
This humbug of love of men whom you call dear
In between the moments of living and dying
Every one feels the scent of some kind of love.
But it may be because of lust when men befriend you.
Beware of it, young women.

But the lovers in you often tell big lies
And begin to feel contented.
How long will you all live in those ivory towers
Of falsehood and tense moments?
Lust may soon emerge, beware of it, young women.

Love has a scent that`s sweet, we have to agree
And we have to assert it a hundred times if you want
It`s a solace with the wings of an angel, no doubt
Flying unto your moments dear you transport yourselves

But?
But any moment this angel may fly off
And the scent of love may subside
And then will enter lust with his real intentions
Even as you call a phase of intimacy irresistible
It destroys an image, it pollutes a thought
And you are no more in love.

Why are you in a hurry to be proud of being with a man
Who is waiting to transgress and to outrage innocence?
Is the newly found man your ultimate crusader
When the real fight is waged against him and his motives mean?
Pity of others and solace of words will mock at you
Dear lasses young, beware of these men in waiting.

When the scent of love begins to smell foul by the border of the day
Leave these men and flee from their jungles of countless beasts
And be prowling on your thick glades of groves familiar
Beware of these men who can still cast other nets
And never venture into their terrains ever unknown.

In the small smile blooming on the face of your mother or sister
Can`t you see a feel of love that is feminine though
In the sweet words whispered into ears by your near ones,
Try to find a thousand assurances of togetherness still better.
Beware of men who are not your husbands and partners by law
And in the speechless closeness of your pets that never write poems
You may see the scent of a love emitted in plenty.

Across the skies an unprotected bird flies
It has a destination unknown, a survival instinct prompts its wings.
And you scribble stories on the enviable freedom
Of these innocent shadows doomed to extinction!
Blind and deaf all throughout this life-
How dare you call this life scentless of love?

If you still want to feel the scent of love unsafe,
Be ready to bury your heads in the depths of sympathies unsolicited
And live a life of nasty creatures or kill yourselves
And hang on the walls of memories unpleasant.
Beware of these men, you have yet got a chance.
When you wake up unto reality the last bus to reason will have left you.