Lust has no shyness.

The sipped syrup or the bitten dishes

Are the ones sullied by others’ tongues,

So I detest. But your very tongue,

To reach I am very much in anguish.

Why?

The rubbish decay or the rotten eggs

Are so much a repelling odour

So I detest. But your very armpit,

To inhale it I’m very much eager.

Why?

Hand is washed while private part

Is held, after the toilet.

But when at bed, her very part

One shies not manipulating it.

Why?

Is it that lust has no eyes?

Or that it alone has eyes

To discriminate the bliss

And to retrieve one to the sense?

Latter must be.

What to the rational is dirty

Is to sex pretty;

What to the sensible is foul

Is to sex agreeable;

What to mind is ugly

Is to sex holy.

31.07.99, Palakkad.