A CONSPIRACY

Beware of men,

Those social beings.

Their human quality is in distant land,

With a masked outlook

And creamy words

They flatter

To deceive for selfish motives,

To quench their carnal urge.

Again behind that look

Lay a trap

To capture

Those innocent beings

For selfish motiv.

An evening under that jasmine,

That spreads

Is fragrant smell,

Was a blessing

On a happy couple.

One with a sense of guilt

The other innocent one,

Mutually set to harbor

Their longing desire,

And in him a burning passion

Merged into one

They lay sprawled in dust.