Old Status

Leaving the path of morality,

When my goatish body 

Was constantly drifting 

For worldly pleasures,

Throwing the key of goodness to oblivion,

She came like an angel.

Rendering her celestial touch to my futile life,

She made me understand the real hedonism.

Leaving the meander of falsehood,

I discovered profound love in her soul.

Looking deep into her celestial eyes,

I promised to remain uxorious forever

Leaving behind my old status, 

The philanderer.