It Was Lust, Not My Love
once I saw a girl
beneath the shadow of Banyan tree, Ramna Park;
I fell in love with her;
I couldn't tolerate her out of my sight
once I felt
I sucked her,
drank her blooming honey
and I biologically gratified myself;
once I gave her freedom to her abysmal gloomy path
Now I understand; it was lust, not my love
-Monday, June 17, 2019 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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