the betrayal is
quick
the fear is
great
but the pleasure
has always
been greater
you repeat it
twice
then thrice
and you say
there is nothing
wrong about
this thievery
oh, they are just
affections
oh they are just
emotions
which you cannot
see
the pleasure is much
greater
when you are almost
get caught
and you keep on saying
the only thing wrong is
when you are caught
red-handed, and there
with your stoic looks
always ready to be hanged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem