The mission of a woman
In her passion for sex
Terminates with mere courtship
Like jasmine flowers sans seeding.
Only adjunct is the courtship
To a man, whose mission
Is longing, with a woman, for fusion,
Like a fruit bearing tree.
Love episodes end with flowers.
Woman is fed; man starved.
26.04.2002, pakd
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I would like to translate this poem
So wonderfully said, just loved it!