The Controversy
So there he was!
In a painless crib, he lay
On the other side lay his counterpart
Normality of the evening star was on them.
He on the left cracked his ribs
He knew he had to touch
A sense of curiosity drove them away
In a little while fires were on them
In their fearless madness they left the world
On their own they dwelled!
In a moment, a pinnacle of pleasure was born.
Even in their fears, no tears, they locked
To them it was an experience
Desires driven and pranks on the rise
This time on their own
In amidst of the climax, a skyscraper arose
He was on top!
Every inch proved to be wrathful
Neither remorse nor guilt reigned
It was meant to be!
They had to make it happen!
An abyss swallowed them
Neither a word nor a touch
Just a brilliant self on the other self!
As the sun rose, all were furbished
The memories of the night were on them
Taunted by the transformation, they fell!
Desires became vanity
AND
In a final dramatic spell, they bid each good bye.
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