I look around in my house. I revere my mother and dote on my sister.
However, as I venture out, I metamorph into someone sinister.
A bashful mind feels utmost discomfort when the girls, whom I stare at, try to talk.
What if I am branded an indecent man? Of all the sins, it would be blasphemous to have been accused to gawk!
The one who speaks her mind doesnt deserve my tender gaze.
She is loose. She is the one who has fallen from grace.
A million dreams of wetness isn't enough to satiate my depravity.
I am above atonement for this transgression as her skirts defy gravity.
She can be a teacher, she can be nanny and she can be a maid.
But if she is an executive, she is expecting to be laid.
Her bosom is tender and her breasts are supple. Her hips sway as if they are mimicking God's pendulum!
No no no! All these are complementary, as I care only for her inner beauty!
But I would damn her and her entire clan, if the wretched harlot has lost her virginity.
It is irrelevant even if it was due to rape, accident or a decomposed relationship as she has insulted my virility
I have been bought up to respect a fully clothed woman
And term a women showing her skin as a whore.
Yet, whenever I visit temples in South India, I stand forlorn and confused.
Because there She beholds, without covering her chest, her entire splendor!
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