Once again the desires <br />From deep down the heart <br />As extension of the body <br />In dripping juices from the tip <br />Held down by the self control <br />The chains that the reason <br />Has put on to hold <br />Tied and wounded <br /> <br />Once again the flesh <br />Aching in expectancy <br />The unfulfilled dreams <br />Never shall it see <br />The days of the happy union <br />To break apart and come out naked <br />The covers of sublimations are too heavy <br /> <br />Dormant has gone the desire’s corner <br />The body now reacts but is quietus <br />Again the pain of yearning <br />Has become nothing <br />But a series of lamentations<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-control-8/
