Affinity , lustful,
Thou art the synonym of woe
And the synagogue of sin
Thou art the knave that contrives
Hindrances to the paths of Action with an aim.
You are the frailty in adolescence
That turns grave and stark in youth
You are the demon- wizard that volleys
Human life in Despondencies.
An angel in disguise,
You are the elf that hides her thirsty teeth.
You are venom blended in fresh honey
A poison worthy not to be sipped.
Addicted to scent and hues
You are of charming nature
A gentle beauty,
But, affinity, lust, you are the ‘woe-fire’;
Victim flies knows not thy true self.
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