What if I unveil the customary veil
from the bride beautiful face of my poetry?
And my sot eyes lose in her alcopop eyes?
And my lusty lips stamp punctuations in her pomegranate verses?
What if I ask her to take off her kanjivaram imagery
draped on her slender and curvacious stanzas?
To take off her pompous heavy jewellery
wrapped too gorgeously on her desultory parts?
What if I embrace her when she is a Roman sculpture
with all her wild charm exposed to my love insane nature?
And I lose my poet soul in her mysterious navel?
And I die in her love to reach no eternal goal?