The Sins and Figs
Lust and gluttony
Of the five senses
The Tastes of my Tongue and Heart — stands out and tells me the tales of the boundless
Overriding and overwhelming my Tastes, with music and Divine(or natural) fragrances — A Herculean task
Like Sisyphus taking a breather of a walk— between the time and space of the rolling down boulder (Or is he enjoying the Task? and prides in his brief bask)
Gluttony is a sin: or, is it so? — Isn’t only when I grab from other’s plate
The Leaves of the Fig tree Rustling: Thanks to a gentle breeze:is music to a trained mind: But hustling a ripened Fig isn’t a sin, for a timid squirrel…
Ignore my Fallacies or Advise
Love
Aravindh V Bala