Presumptuous emotions lurking
rocking the core of sensuality.
often it resorts to surge of urge,
many thought is sort of abnormality.
it somehow blurs the conscience
seeing the dark side of oneself.
cease to live up to true feelings
until such time when its too late
on discerning the reality of facts.
underrate the capability of mankind
sex is not bad for those who are sane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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