The youth filled with
Full of lust,
Inexplicable, not understood,
The feeling enjoyed
By one and all,
The feeling in the loins
Like a joyful pain,
Both the sexes
Never to overcome the same,
But welcoming
With open arms,
Why this happens
To everyones wonderment,
An act of procreation,
Suppression of which
Becomes holy,
Control becomes faith to humans.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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