I who've slept with Hoodwinked harlots several
Once caught a glimpse Of a distant seething soul betrayed
It stood me not for more than a second yet stayed
The depth of drunken dark nights feveral.
The let-go of the valley of Sorrow , spurned,
In a vivid, vivacious, lusty marquetry
Of touch-me-not sandalwood mendacity
Has, what immoral halitosis earned!
incomplete
omkar kulkarni
It stood me not for more than a second yet stayed
The depth of drunken dark nights feveral.
The let-go of the valley of Sorrow , spurned,
In a vivid, vivacious, lusty marquetry
Of touch-me-not sandalwood mendacity
Has, what immoral halitosis earned!
incomplete
omkar kulkarni
