BEAUTY SYLVAN ( a jejune poem)

Taking advantage of innocence,
Or failure at guarding one’s privacy,
As beauty sylvan ‘ poses’ with prefixed ‘ex’
Catering to quest primitive,
It’s no worthy of censure,
Rather an excuse,
Take it lightly.
Lack of sensitivity on the one hand,
Curiosity on the other.
But don’t bother.
It might happen with any one
At meek moments alone;
A human error. Over?

When gender’s common, you can alert.
In case otherwise you can avert,
But you fail to do so.
Then enjoy yourself,
Or forget, forgive and forego the scene,
As if nothing was seen, nothing has been;
And that’s divine.
But what in effect occurs
The sporadic recurrence.

Lo! Wordsworth carried to his grave
The solitary reaper’s song,
And the daffodils’ dance.