|Artwork by Rajesh Misra|
It strikes one aft and fore
Crave of the flesh tenses at once
Meekish restraints yield way before
Thence the virile blow is but a waste
It strikes two aft and fore
Cling to the thought presses like twice
Blankish psyche yearn for hardcore
Hence fiber alone pays for the price
Whence did he befallen me?
Him the uglier in all the angels
And of what his purse has to be?
Frightened am I unlading his fambles
Motion waker entice the hand
Below ground is the rover mind