Thazham flower has got wet!
It’s time to wear in the hair!
Wet breathe which has become hot
Has made a burnt on the shoulder!
There is hundreds of talks with the sight!
Words have become unconscious!
Enough, God of Lust!
Both the souls are breathing hardly!
A kind of a lust and a kind of thirst!
I didn’t think until yesterday!
Desire seed didn’t grow!
What is the news? Colorful parrot?
– P. Ramid Subtitler
A Kind of Lust – Kozhi Koovudhu: For Desire Seed?!
Publishers: Pyramid Video
Note: All punctuation in excerpt reproduced as is.