I can drink in her beauty but can’t rape her
I know, not of course going by the mind route or groping around dark tunnel of consciousness, nor hobbling my way on a crutch of thoughts or flying on wings of imagination, that I have not yet discovered any such thing that I can confidently call ‘HAPPINESS’ with a certain degree of certainty. Or maybe, I have this congenital inability to know, sense, feel or recognize it. If that is the case, why am I talking shit and sowing thorns…