Modern-Isms Or Nudity. Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

She bleeds when they look for nudity to fill their purse,
Pouring spicy in wounds, vital arena opens the thrust.
Cleavages and mid-riffs all open with bold emerge,
Even Goddess Venus will feel shame when see it first.

Time can't remove the hurt and body stain,
Moderns eager to brand the poor lass in secular lanes.
Shy and shrinking figure writhing to hide the pains,
Tag of free and liberal flavor the pitch body in flames.

The shy flames stare size of anatomy deep and precise,
Leaving nobody to guess where her beauty flies.
Nudity rules when free and liberal ideas' erotica rides,
Naked eyes got fortified with colored glass of the lies.
Doing malicious expose regarded as fun high,
Here resides those who spared neither women nor cries.