My selfish desire
Was like a barbed wire,
Why did the people object
Made fuss, condemn and reject?
Isn’t clay lifeless, sans the act?

My selfish desire
Was to be in such an attire,
For me to be quickly noticeable
Why was I denied to look beautiful?
Again, the issue became refutable.

My selfish desire
Was to drink, dance and transpire,
Within me all the frivolous remain
That I think for me had no gain.
Again, rebuked for tasting the elixir sane.

My selfish desire
Was to love and conspire,
A world of lust
I asked if there were issues of trust?
Again, it wasn’t considered just.

Why are we denied selfish desires
And consume ourselves in hell of fires?
Let’s come, invent some excuses.
To escape all the abuses
And be in the world where no one refuses.