This Mad Desire

                      This   Mad  Desire

This   desire  rubs ,

This  mad desire  runs 

like  triggered  lion on

Perfumed   oily , supple  skin,

The invincible  Desire, the  Oleander

Permeates,plays  not niggardly,

 Karma   irrefutable  stands

and  stares,  unmistakably:

I too  am  part  and parcel

Of the  painful  jamboree,

Karma  says  and    drawn 

With  the  self   abnegating  grudge.