A Conscientious Mind Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

She isn't chit,
to propose love, not fit.
When a man feeling lassitude
is aasaulted by the lustful smiles
of a mam with grown up kids,
he thinks not of his scarce verve
and pathetically failing nerve.
Showers praises on her hairs
cut at the back of her nape,
coloured lips, tempting eyes,
plump cheeks and plummy voice,
beautiful nose, elegant gait,
baiting glances, round regions
which pull the grazing eyes
of the lascivious legions
through the Whats-up
in the morn, noon and hours even
by his ever charging cell-phone.

These heavy showers of praise
never curb her want!
what a chat in words and pictures,
going on through day and night!
One fine evening,
a sudden thought burst
through his conscientious mind.
' OK Jasmine! It's enough.
Spend time with your kids'
he said, to her surprise
and whispered:
' I can't atone for the sin
of snatching away a mother
from her children
who need love and care '.