Fire resembles the burning desires,
In umpteen ways,
It never let you tire
You continue greedily
To fulfil your lust
Unless you reach behind the wire.
You become a crook, a liar
Keeping aside the sermons
You celebrate to tyrannise
Often putting yourself in mire.
In anguish you hid in a byre
Mutilating, tormenting,
Executing the beings
You try to rest on a tyre.
But Alas!
The moment you defy the sire
It force you to enter into an inferno
Scalding your body, charring your soul
It puts you on the pyre.
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