The Glory Of Lust - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
‘Lust, Lust. It’s worst’
Lust is not a ghost,
Nor a devil, nor a peril.
The tender grass on a rocky patch
Is tender to taste for the toothless
Cow, old enough to die.
It is lust. Who can hate.
‘Lust, Lust, It’s the best’
All murmur in secret.
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