O God...!!

know not wanders my soul
on which deck
why my breath appears
to hinder in neck
the friends whose company
I enjoyed lot
their presence now
induces in me wrath
on unknown land
all faces are unfamiliar
your memory sticks
with me like magnet
air is polluted with
sharp smell of libido
every person seems
aroused and erect
bodies are sold
openly in excitement
their violent red faces
are filled with lust
I'm helpless
in unworthy circumstances
my tearful eyes
are wetting the dry dust
God send some angel
to help me be out
It's not mine but
yours miracle's test
----   ----    -----    ----   -- Manoj Mehta