All passions and desires too,
Every salaciousness and filthy hunger too,
Every be the true allies of Love,though,
Alloyed of bogus and prejudice too.
Of the hot and holy day too,
With hands full of blades,cutlass,bodkin and sharpened too,
Blood blotted all red red sacred body,
And pure wounds too.
Hymns to them,their sacred love too,
While others make moans and few sham drops too,
How saintly then few red drops be,
Though rippled return,holier than older one too.
Poet is student of AMU,12th class,PCM