Ain’t the least of you, but the most of awe?
From your cradlesongs, to my loves’ spent quests
Why a squandered grace, and instincts’ flaw
Make you object, of your pasts’ bequests!
Of all avatars, façades, you throw on
Why the earnest one, is the most disgraced
Mata Haris, Cleopetras, ain’t yet bygone
They’ll last forever, in history two-faced!
Could ever better be, byword of bliss
Than a noble passion, purchased at a price
Sans the fear of pain, obligations amiss
Chaste lust ain’t sin, when love’s all vice!
She’s a carefree kite, I’d fly, rain or shine
Not in sin-shops galore, but also next door
Indeed not the one, who toes the hardline
A Woman’s Divine, When Whore!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra
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