On the way to the college
She fell in a ditch
And ruined her clothes.
She went to her professor’s
House nearby to change.
The widower was aroused
And took advantage of her.
She went home.
Her brother came to question the professor.
He said: “I am sorry, I was in a trance.
But if she had cried aloud
I would have woke up.
She didn’t. So she’s to be blamed.
Not me.
Your sister was a cauldron of desire.
It was only waiting to be over flown
Women if not married in right time
Will go astray at any time”.
Her brother was an honourable MAN
He was a MAN of justice.
He found justice in Professor’s reasoning.
He went home shuddering about
The unmarried sisters in his home.
He arranged her to be married to
The old professor and kept
The honour of his sister.
Bye the way, that was an extract
From an old Mallu film.
A runaway success.
We Malloos are honourable people
It is reflected in our art and life.
Maria Rose
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-film-story/
