Miserable feeling for every fresher,
Pain and pleasure are approaching together.
Filthy in nature; orthodox claims,
Although, it's a blessing without any shame.
Purity becomes the fresh matter of protest,
Whose coming indicates the breaking of bird's nest.
It's arrival creates an exit from temple,
And the hasty warning for pickles become special.
Cravings and mood swings are meandering inside,
It's an authority; not to hide but stand with pride.
One touch can transform them into devil,
But within the erotic business they lust for level.
A washed and colorful journey of pain,
Hence; the bowl of gifts in the form of golden lane.