Nira’s Tale Of Love: VII

In a drunken state, she was passing the time;

She was confident of committing a crime.

Slowly, slowly her lioness body melted thin;

Became a loner nocturnal like a rusted machine.

People meet, make love and they separate;

She feared the love for love could be desperate.

Is love thy name of worldly religion?

Always she wanted to be its disciple un-condition.

What is then redemption in this religion?

Indeed, bearing a child, satisfying all define thy liaison.

A man born with emotions needs such liaison;

But few ill feted have fate disproportion.