She need not warn him for the breach of morals
as he's reined by his conscience and faultless soul,
for not committing sins while achieving laurels;
he won't covet more e'en if the world is foul.
Her charm not lured him but her manners fine;
if she responds not with smiles, he won't care much.
But her looks at him in doubt make him pine
yet he won't beg her to revive the touch.
Since the clamp of curfew, he has lost sleep
not in fear of Covid but seeing her face;
angry face and joyous heart what he does peep
in the deep nature of her mind, and amaze!
For sweeping amoral looks, she bites him as a bee
and to rein him, put the shackles to his mind free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely rendered in western style is ur poem sir RM