Rattlesnake Contradiction Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

some phantom lusts
have possessed on me,
revolutionary consciousness
goes reluctant to take servitude,
abstract wishes love to get real shape
by the artisan hand of mundane needs.
Adam is still helpless in the obscure place!
one sweet chunk of that mythical apple
is relishing the intercourse with the oral saliva.
yet a boastful cry shouts: Lucifer, I`ll never
give in to the blessed temptation.
thus, comedy and tragedy go on side-by-side!