THE WALL

The motion of love between us
Is poised spotless, sacred and pure--
Passion propelling, logic controlling--
As we travel in the light of consciousness.

Yet when, sometimes, reason is resting,

That emotion ambushes the feeling
As the most desirable damsel 
Rests her body tamely on mine,
As I fidget, in some inane rapture,
For the seraphic thing forbidden enough.

But reason ain't too idle to effect a sleep,
Nor has it laid down its weapon deep,
And up it wakes, in a swing of action, 

Slamming my sinful passion

Into an uneasy submission--

A neutralization--

That incapacitates me

To deny the admission of sanctity, 

Or accept the denial of profanity,
As between our attach'd bodies rises a wall
So impregnable by the rawness of a plebeian,
So insurmountable by the paws of a caveman.

                                                           -- N P Samal