IF ONLY IT WERE A DISPASSIONATE URGE!
Of course, not a mere few,
Drooped to devotion betel chew,
Only to spit and make lips crimson hue,
Pay what is meant not for the perpetual dew!
Most those who converge,
Float, yet, don't inwardly submerge,
Feign to rinse, but fail to purge,
The sins accumulated by the sensual buzz!
To evade the 'Birth-Death Cycles', in vain, dodge,
Alas! They cannot secure an Elysian Lodge,
For, fear, anxiety and apprehension charge,
But, if only it were a Dispassionate Urge!
Of course, not a mere few,
Drooped to devotion betel chew,
Only to spit and make lips crimson hue,
Pay what is meant not for the perpetual dew!
Most those who converge,
Float, yet, don't inwardly submerge,
Feign to rinse, but fail to purge,
The sins accumulated by the sensual buzz!
To evade the 'Birth-Death Cycles', in vain, dodge,
Alas! They cannot secure an Elysian Lodge,
For, fear, anxiety and apprehension charge,
But, if only it were a Dispassionate Urge!
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