Through Woods and valleys the monk traversed,
Seeking Salvation from sins,
He chanted endlessly, divine verses,
For enlightenment and redemption
He purged his debauched mortal senses.
All ships of spiritual yearnings
She anchored in material shore,
And wallowed through carnal marshes
She! The graceful whore!
The creed or caste of flesh mattered not,
For her, none were friends & none foe
The equanimous harlot, sinned unyieldingly & impenitently,
To seek redemption from the mortal misery she bore.