Ethnic Problem Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Shall I compare thee to a grown up female seen naked?
The young girl with figures in full
Blossoms.
Your naked body pricks all hearts
As a thorn.

Even I too fear being carried away
Looking at your nudeness
By a lustful desire cropped up
In my heart
It is true, attractive and charming
The nudeness of you
If seen, it spread like wild fire
In every nook and corner
The lust, the Lust.

Look at those kings
Kings by office and murderers by trade
Enjoying your nude body
Sitting comfortably
Licking tongues.
Their tasty only to remove
Your clothes and at your dance.

Do you hear of Dutchathana
The lustful king who did remove
The clothes of Queen Duropatha
And met their fate
Thigh brokens and blood drunken
By her brave and honest kings.

Let Lord Krishna appear
One day in this land, I believe
To cover yourself with clothe, HE gives
Gauging nasty eyes gazing
At your nude body like bulls