
Lecherous people make grisly moves,
Entangling
themselves in deadly grooves .
But, hurrah! they too fall in their schemes
Succumbing
to fate, they dig their grave.
Spitting
venom hardly pays
Each
grotesque act
Must be condemned
No
matter how lechers grunt.
There
can be no pardon
For gruesome deeds done.
Destiny makes lecherous people pay
Like the serpent
Caught by the cacti
Like the serpent
Caught by the cacti
In
the most unassuming way.
By Binita Jha
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