1251 – 1260: Reserve Lost

Passion’s axe shall break the door 1251
Of reserve bolted with my honour.
The thing called lust is a heartless power 1252
It sways my mind at midnight hour.
How to hide this lust which shows 1253
Itself while I sneeze unawares!
I was proud of my sex-reserve 1254
Lo lust betrays what I preserve.
Dignity seeks not a deserter 1255
But Love-sick is its innovator.
O Grief, my deserter you seek 1256
Of your caprice what shall I speak!
When lover’s love does what it desires 1257
We forget all shame unawares.
The cheater of many wily arts 1258
His tempting words break through women’s hearts.
In huff I went and felt at ease 1259
Heat to heart in sweet embrace.
To feign dislike is it not rare 1260
For mates who melt like fat in fire?

By avishkargovender

Avishkar Govender is 3i.

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