Instinct Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Passion can never be controlled-
she can trap humans, beasts, even Gods and Goddesses.
None in this world is out of passion.
She touches living souls
as the sunlight touches the earth surface gently,
the earth surface soon gets heated-
a natural phenomenon that can't be controlled
and there's no need to control
as sports or entertainment can never be a crime.
Her trap is more dangerous than death trap,
her sweetness has killed many lives before actual demise.