Sensuous verse oozes out from your
heart,
Stripping, winking and tiptoeing
you pose
Like a lustful maid, “What thou is
your art?”
From the deepest slumber I rose and
froze.
“O, virgin being can thou sing thy
love song?”
Cold my heart is jaded and dried I
lie,
Your heavenly
music is what I long,
Awaken; high I fly never to die.
Alas! Samsaric you are-pettiness!
Licking your tongue filled with
horny nectar,
My soul is blackened with long emptiness,
Never a god! You were but an actor!
Let’s handsome
conscience clothed and clean my mind,
So to spread love
to the endless mankind!
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