Passions

Fire is a warm and enticing mate

Attractive flames on a winter night,

But go close to it and you learn

That the body can get burnt by this light.

Captivating emotions stir and excite

Passion is the fire that draws the mind,

Each step more attractive than the other

And lo! It’s consumed you completely you find.

Wisdom keeps us away from flames

As a burnt child dreads the fire,

As burns hurt my body, passions hurt my mind

Then why of arousals, do I not tire?

The mind steps in to guide the body

But who steps in to guide the mind?

Is it the intellect, is it an angel?

Or can I cultivate a habit of some kind?