Serpentine lust dances naked in the flesh of love
Alongside the seductive aromas of its burly thrust
In the snaking highway crammed with hearts wind
Shattering the leaves of love and fruits of fortune
Before it turns ripe in the solitary loves seclusion
Much forward of its definite ultimate evaporation
Enshrouding the whole love by its wrap of desires,
Which hides the sight of eyes, even in hot daylights
For lust is more compelling than this sightless love,
Which is living sans seeing the vigor of lusts union
In this man made terrain of so called loves delight
But where yearn rules the destiny of humankinds
And terminates the anecdote of ruined love life
Yes, lust dances in the unclothed theatre of life
Along with loves balmy lick of ceaseless shrine
But the irony is that even God wont dress love
For Gods love is as naked as the flesh of verve



Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya