Just now, my heart skipped a beat !
Heard you had passed away last night---
News over heard, in the passing, was crisp and neat---
"She's gone"---words stern---on 'Mami', however, sat light !
'Mami', my task-master in her moorings, was "always and always right"...
Of the lot in the family, I was and remain in her presence, most terrified---
She, I have bitterly learnt, now and then, has my bashfulness verified.
It was my withdrawing nature, I regret, that made me lose you,
In spite of the urgings of friends, near and far, old and new---
was more petrified of your loving taunts than their remarks snide !
Hard pressed to suppress my hormones hitting the ceiling;
Retaining the cussedness in not showing any amatory feeling;
And, 'Mami', mundanely, monitoring my abiding adherence to orthodoxy:
I was, demurely, caged---spooked even to profess my love, by proxy.
And, you besotten ,expected me to propose like a Knight, kneeling !
Our trysts near the temple were as in daze, routinely brief and taut--
Confined to my "How are you", and, Your "do say something more ";
While I peeked furtively for talking pillars or anything might get me caught,
You dared me---"with your tormentor 'Mami', it's time to settle the score ?"
Frankly, it was the against devil inside me, I confess, the grudge I bore---
It was the same devil that had me sneak close to you, then, deny
The reason for my coming with a Laurel of Hardy's dead-pan---
You couldn't take it any more, and, mocked me---"let your 'bheja' fry ! "---
More than my little brain, knew my manhood needed the scan...
"There is a limit to being pussilanimous---" chirped a bird in the sky.
That morning, I saw you smirk at me and escort a stranger inside
Your mansion, again glancing at me. For the first time, did not hide,
But, like one possessed, reached your bed-room window only to watch
Mutely, goings-on which suddenly sparked a burning in my crotch---
My racing heart missed a beat--"putting off things---L'affaire a-botch !"
My chewing 'tulsi' leaves told 'Mami' the story of my apparent guilty pangs---
She said, "On your last visit, you never saw a 'pillar' at the temple scoot?--
Thank Heavens, I am THE expert in tracking marauding vampire-gangs:
Confronted and rebuked your 'love'---she did not protest nor refute !"---
I remain, 'hurting' for not getting 'bitten' even once,and, a bachelor, to boot !
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ( C.) . KUMAARA SUKEJA. AUG 2015.