Sex hunger has rebirth.

Those who fell in my arm

Were never by heart warm,

Nor active in bed to warm,

With eyes on fear or alms.

Those who fell in love with

Me, put in me their heart

But refused to share with

Their parts, warned by guilt.

Had one such fallen with me,

How warm I would have been!

How warm I would have made!

We might be hunger-less.

Now the time is over.

Wills for women persist.

Their love for me ceases.

Hungry sex is the bane.

Shall I be born again?

Yes, I shall, nay I should.

Script says one is reborn

Whose desires weren’t burnt.

18.05.2002, pakd