The drag of modernistic artifice
Is so enamouring to sense appeal,
So urging a pleasure of self-sacrifice
Is the spell of its torrid touch and feel,
That in the limelight bask the frames no robes
As all do worship, love and laud the sight,
While sometimes drops dead my heart, mind probes -
How savage passion gets well-bred ignite!
The wisdom lacks its voice to exude
Against regime of money syndicates;
With, by the day, the culture going more nude,
The humans grow all lustful like the primates.
The Neoliths gone age ago now return,
In nakedness makes wild love a rerun.
- N. P. SAMAL
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