Lust never rests
Between two souls
But tends to crossfire.
She drew to me closer
While at work we were.
There were under-currents
Deep in the placid ocean.
She feigned her presence
Propelled by Lust,
But refrained from advance,
Repelled by Ethics.
Be merry, Lust lured;
Be virtuous, Ethics warned.
Is she to give in or not?
Lust and Ethics were at war.
I felt her and smelt her
But bent not to taste her,
Yet it is as much worth
As if she was tasted.
A flower when smelt
Is not spoilt but is, when
plucked.
So she is not abducted.
Lust and Ethics were at par.
09.07.96, Agartala
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