When a blonde, a belle whispers into the ears,
The heart shakes it
The rhythm and tuning of
I love you,
Love you, love you
As the beat in return.
I have seen the brahmacharis
Losing control over celibacy
On seeing the beautiful damsels,
Whose beauty can shake the earth.
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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