In fact intellect is a different sect
Not for the pawn of prurient pride
Reeking of that sensual aspect
Which makes her being so glorified!
An enigma of her anatomy
Can’t think beyond her beauty’s skin
In this business of dichotomy
There is no love as lustful sin!
Is it that e(X)cess chromosome
A metaphor of her se(X)-instincts
“Live, love, lust, long” is that sin-drome
She dares not break through its precincts!
Not an alchemist but a narcissist
She cherry-picked her this mean avatar
In the face of truth, this surrealist
Dwells in her fantasies, beyond bizarre
With beauty’s fear in love’s bazaar!
Lo and behold this naked truth
Squirming in sham-e, her sinful creed
She sells to death her staling youth
In faith’s farm fear’s, feminism’s seed
Her mirror is her friend, her foe
Which makes her prejudiced passion pure
This firefly loves life’s inferno
IN THE PRISON OF HER ALLURE!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra