veeraiyah subbulakshmi

So near they are, but very far their truths are,
One doesn't know that the other would scheme, hurt and tear,
The little nest that they have built with sweat,
The loving harmonious family unit, their project,
The 'planning' head was just besides, pretending,
The unaware soul just peaceful, sleeping,
Careful eyes always at watch to have a slip,
Perfect acting enacted at every scene,
The perverts are born in human in a click of a wink,
A stroke at the butt, the hit at the breast,
When one knows it very well,
The other will be left in peace for a while,
when the rules are broken with many opportunities,
the hurt can't be healed with repenting sincerity,
When the sin of one known to another,
The hell enters into a house with big flare,
to burn each and every innocent heart,
as one heart has made the mistake.
In a click of wink, a pervert need not be born,
Let us not be fooled with the rush of hormones.