For Sita – 90

Of poetic ability not a trace,

To please senses always in a race.


A sadhana never for long kept,

Towards base activities he’s leapt.


Still somehow through it all,

Name of Sita he humbly calls.


Though in this effort offenses so many,

Chances that he’ll discontinue not any.


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