Sin

Incumbent becomes my pride, 

When your bangles tingle me.

Swell becomes my happiness, 

When your eyes 

Make me horny. 

Is it a sin, 

That my rights permit to do 

Or is it all nonsense 

Or ridiculous that 

I veer from normality? 

Before shrewd mind orders me

Something logical, 

You clasp me in your arms 

And I squander no time to collect 

The bliss of life,

Neither I become a culprit 

Nor become you a blamer, 

Love becomes the winner.