The soul is blithely corrupted, bemused And face is curiously blue beneath The mask of learned mien of moral breadth While character cuddles nudity, amused. Lures of progressivistic artifice Have cast a spell with torrid touch and feel That's so enamouring to sense appeal, So urging a pleasure of self- sacrifice. Paraded are the ancient vagaries From walls of Khajuraho and Konark To fads of modern man and the monarch; Renown'd are nudism, its votaries. The screens, the boards, the bills, the carved relics All ads and arts by creative freedom milk The hidden instinct with con men and t heir ilk, And drape the low-cuts and see-through fabrics. The wisdom has no voice of sense to exude Through system of the money syndicates; The humans grow all lustful like t he primates As by the day the culture goes more nude. The Neoliths gone age ago now return As clothes that have graced the humanness Now disappear like clouds from sunniness;