Who Are At Play? ? Poem by Upendra Majhi

He says take drink
and call the little girl
tell her your carnal desire,
under inebriation,
as the darkness grow deep,
three sins commit in quick succession,
so that they get morally legally unencumbered,
very smart guy,
tell her your plan, he says
My soul lurking with feeble might and rays,
yet desires inundating the mind,
madness rides the ladder,
All in that colony of bestial designs
wall, roof, floor all filled with this,
here in office, purity of thought, word, action
Back home this designs and at this age of 60.