Except passion, everything seems unfair,
Now, only for passion, do I care.
It’s passion for the carnal senses,
Of sperms, ova, and menses.
A passion for each other’s body,
When immorality doesn’t seem gaudy.
A passion to explore the unknown,
To be together, and not alone.
It’s a passion that never dies,
Even if it does, it again revives.
Come, let’s get engulfed in this world of passion,
Before it gets bigger than the palatial mansion.
(c) 2006. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.