Preacher's Brothel Poem by Afzal Juneja

One misleading guide to world's many ways to hide,
The anxiety of self, the holy words from the throat,
Galvanized by fertility and rough pleasure delight,
Sun has spoken a prayer and all madness died,
A hefty pocket of dignity and sacred night to loathe,
Undo an innocence and rough pleasure delight.

Garden of pillows, there varieties of flowers to keep,
Archaic terms of mankind, there reality grows thin,
Shovel all the fetish desires and spot a holy liar,
Moon preaches droplets then dust the withered lips,
Incarnate the devil and cherish all guilts and sins,
Turn on an animal's dream and spot a holy liar.

One unfortunate pair of hands, need no gloves to hide,
Prayers have neither hands nor words only thought shines,
Galvanized by fertility and embarrassing thought delight,
Moon has spoken a prayer and all sincerity died,
Fear faced believers with sinners; no distinction aligns,
Undo an innocence and embarrassing thought delight.

Gyre in closed eyes and wilderness; too hard to keep,
Lust of darkness with flesh heat and fluids gospel,
Shovel all the fetish desires and mirror a holy liar,
Sun preaches the dawn, to dry up the glittering lips,
Love of psychopath; an entrance to preacher's brothel,
Turn on an animal's dream and mirror a holy liar.