Moral Turpitude is a Volcano

A volcano burst just now on my mind

Burning down whole of my existence

How can a destroyer turn so unkind

Shattering my future plan persistence

It's a fun for the destroyer to declare -

The volcano enjoys victory in eruption

Uncared for my dream for safe living

No way to bear the mental corruption

Few minutes back, everything was fine

Life was sweet, the volcano was kind

A passerby threw a dirty cigarette end

On the mouth of volcano full of sand

That changing its state all of a sudden

To fire of desire to consume its burden

No thinking on what could be the result

Self-esteem missing, no feeling of insult

 Words like my heart carries your image

Are falsehoods like a noontime mirage

You are my home, you are my hope

Proved to be silken strangulating rope

Every burning desire is volcano's steam

Keep away for safety of your esteem

Lusty desires flaring may destroy all

For nasty satisfaction, move on a call

When words and actions are different

Thoughts and intentions must be dent

Hence when you go even for friendship

Carefully judge how far said words drift

Unfulfilled desires hide true intentions

Be careful trusting worded contentions

What to trust when breach fills the mind

Kindness on face, stabbing from behind

Burning desires have no value system

These may fall to any level of flirtation

Those keeping control are real women

Swayed so easily by desires are dragon

Keeping close is like sitting on a volcano

Get burnt, somebody touch the volcano

Moral turpitude is asset of dipped in lust

Can fall to anything, and get lost in dust