Who bore You, deep, in my soul’s within?
And made You, Lord of every realm
Had You not been, a Holy sin
Would I dare, let You overwhelm!

Your faith, my lasting lexicon
Your outrage is, my blasphemy
Why martyr be, a life foregone
For the pompous lie, of piety!

Beyond the bounds, of existence
Forever lasts, my cherished fear
Why love for this, pious pretense
Is all, but me, for all I care!

That yearning, lives on, to my death
Beyond the faith, of a spent bloodline
You ain’t just, my soulful shibboleth
Oh God! You’re A Lust Divine!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra