Lust
Pamho Das
In this iron Age of Kali
People almost always live but short lives
They are quarrelsome, lazy
Misguided, unlucky
And above all, always disturbed
Untamed desires
Fueling a wild fire
Inside my mind
I've lost control a thousand times
Six senses that guide me
Sick senses that bind me
Life after life of chewing the chewed
Never satisfied
Like a fire covered by smoke
A mirror covered by dust
An embryo covered by the womb
I'm buried in lust
