Her looks were inviting,
Some unquenched thirst was written on her face-
To drag the whole sea in
And to submerge in the flood.
I was all smiles within.
You may say that soul is more important
Than the body:
For the will comes from within.
My soul was even ready for polygamy.
What went wrong is neither the body nor the soul;
It’s just a curse of nature.
Women can be passive even in copulation;
May be a gift or curse for them.
Man has to pierce,
Pierce and pierce to quench the mutual thirst.
By now you may know what went wrong;
I couldn’t rise myself to the occasion.
How much I liked
To become the sea
To quench her thirst!
And that’s a different story.
But if hopes are given wings,
You will see the sea raging
In my looks and walks.