Share me your breath, lend me you lips
Do let me bring rain to your sands with my finger tips
Tackle my skin with your hair, awaken my dark desires
cross your fingers with mine and put out my fires
Put your nose on my neck, smell the boiling blood
And press, do firmly press; your hand, prevent my flood
Now lay on my arms, with your sweat sprinkling face
Put your arms around me, touch my base
Do kiss me softly, till cupid runs far away
And bite my lips, with extravagancy such as you play
Let go you fears, forces and your doubt
Passion goes further: heavy and stout
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.