Let us talk of sunsets and not volcanos,
Of the warmth of a mountain hearth and not scorching infernos.
There are forms chiselled to perfection, garnished with smiles,
Leading to fantasies of a thousand miles.
Why does the Nilakanthan the poison not swallow?
In the company of Parvati in the glorious Himalayan nights?
An unbridled lust will lead to ugliness and dirty fights.
The warmth that forms give us let warmth alone be,
I will not let the scorch of this furnace come close to me.
The form, the smiles, the movements and the gait,
will always combine some elements inside,
Let sunsets be beautiful sunsets, and to our vows abide.