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