No sooner did I behold her
Than I fell in love with her.
No sooner did she behold me
Than I fell insane of her.
Her fire has burnt my shame and fame.
Shameless and fameless I wander.
With our ties, other ties were lighter.
No ties other than hers were tighter.
Like god to you, she’s to me, the supreme.
In her I find what you do in God.
Love spiritual, seeks union.
Love sexual, seeks union.
You surrender to God with beliefs.
I surrender to her with wills.
To love God stems from the culture.
To love from sex springs from the nature.
Love of God might burn love of sex
But will emit smoke that holds your breath.
Love of God is the will of man.
Love of sex is the will of God.
You and I are same in pursuits.
Pursuits count, not the objects.
Is practicing sex inferior?
Is writing of sex obscene?
17.08.2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the cosmic urge to merge is one and the same...whether god or otherwise...ruminations from a ripened heart!