LUST AND LOST
Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.
Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,
Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.
Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.
At the first sight, your heart intermitted;
On hearing the voice, your soul got excited.
At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.
At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.
Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.
Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not
fathom.
After things happened, thence
your enchainment emerged.
You turned slave but to the lustfulness.
The sight, breath, flesh and touch became lords over you.
Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the
Lord’s wills.
Now, whence cometh your redemption?
Voltaire says, “a man is free the moment he wants to be”.
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