Carnal Passion

P. Mohan Chandran

Today, passion has filled the air,

Between you and me, as a pair.

Except passion, everything seems unfair,

Now, only for passion, do I care.

It’s passion for the carnal senses,

Of sperms, ova, and menses.

A passion for each other’s body,

When immorality doesn’t seem gaudy.

A passion to explore the unknown,

To be together, and not alone.

It’s a passion that never dies,

Even if it does, it again revives.

Come, let’s get engulfed in this world of passion,

Before it gets bigger than the palatial mansion.

The Universal Game

P. Mohan Chandran

Today, I speak the language of the universe,

Which is as smooth as poetry in verse!

It is a non-spectator's game,

Played by all, irrespective of name or fame.

It breaks every human barrier,

It is our progeny’s carrier.

It is the game most loved by all,

A game, whose pleasures, never pall.

Yes, it is the game of sex,

A game that pleases all, never causing vex.

A game that doesn’t need much skill,

And can be played at will.

But, there’s a time and way to play this game,

Which makes it enjoyable, and not a shame!