NUDITY

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 lucid 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 the modern man and the monarch;
Renown'd are nudism and 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 their ilk,
As 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 the primates
As by the day the culture goes more nude.

The Neoliths gone age ago now return
As clothes that have graced the humanness
Do disappear like clouds from sunniness;
In nakedness makes wild love a rerun.

From beaches to hot springs to spas to clubs,
Adams and Eves proclaim sexuality
On rise with trendy sensitivity
As oglers and voyeurs throng pleasure hubs.

Pornograph's raunch hugs each dame and dude,
As loosens the tenet of human dignity
By money, free sex, and modernity;
Each craves to see us nude, to show us nude...

Sometimes, I worship, love, and laud the sight.
Yet, other times, drops dead my heart, mind probes:
How in the limelight basks the frame no robes!
How savage passions get the well-bred ignite!!

                                                        -- N P SAMAL