Poetry - Pardon me,
You were the simply daughter of cultivator;
I generated you as whore.
Poetry - you materially yourself were Poetry;
I imposed my blemish of character -
on your pure shoulder,
You were used to put on loose, lawly dress ever.
Being futile to allure;
Forcefully, I dressed you with some pieces of close-fitting clothes.
You were undefined gender,
Finally coming to me-
You are to bear;
the liability of gender.
Now; you are qualified with the merit of feminine,
The waves of pornographic play through the metrical line.
Instead of heart the physique of reader thrill up - when It's recited!
Transforming you from spiritual ingredients to substance of orgasm;
Rebuke you after tasting,
'You're the harlot of attractive bazar'.
I'm ever frightened -
Perhaps; I'll be called the father of harlot.
I myself smile -
People call me 'Bard',
I earned delighted epithet,
You became condemned!
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