Lust Poem by C. P. Sharma

When on Vedas I concentrate,

Human passions come in spate;

From the Vedas take me away,

On my mind they hold sway.



Lust comes to me as a wild fire,

I am astounded with base desire(s):

Like a savage it lives at the root,

Am I a man or am I a brute?

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But sapling of life from it sprout(s) ,

On its maturity love is the fruit;

Lust as seedling dissolves in dust,

Soon my love flowers in trust.



Its sweet fragrance removes disgust,

My whole world brightens up robust;

It is the basis of home and hearth,

In it lies all my mirth and worth.

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Then it builds new castles of trust,

Thus I pass on from trust to trust;

Call it vicious or girdle girth,

Thus I wander birth to birth.