poet: Kamrul Hasan Nasim
No more dry throats to test your character—-
No more your intoxicating body raping every part of my body,
Now my mind and body are devoted to Creator ,
However, you only have the power to become a sex slave.
If necessary today, I play not with your mind, but with your body—
Even if you want, you can wrap me in clothes and put your head on the breast of others.
The lord of your religion is not established, he will be Lucifer—
The road of morality was not seen in your body—I could not even be a traveler on the road called mind through lover—
By eating the flesh of other creatures your body had the strength of an animal—but, being stubborn, you were a warrior, blood was your main food—
How uncontrollable you are, the dead soul has your genitals ready, like your religious guide.