Ibohal Kshetrimayum Poet I do not know?

Jealousy

Once in while I
Become jealous 
In spite of my well
Composed self

I am considered in my homestead as
A gentleman with moderate dignity and
Integrity with calm and democratic manifestos
But no one knows
How I suffer and weild sword
Of vengeance and hatred
Whenever eve-teasers pass remarks
About your curls as " wayward clouds
Instigating a storm"
No one knows how my heart
Pumps bitter blood into my veins
When I hear a crow cawing -
"Look at his love
Who wears mascara
Borrowed from my wings"
Notwithstanding hodgepodge
Of becoming grey and dry
Like a heap of autumn leaves
I understand
How helplessly I would have struggled
To own a passion as notorious
As the one I cage
Had it not been for your controversal presence

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Beata Agustin August 28, 2024 at 1:20 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

James Horn April 17, 2019 at 7:30 AM Without any water will be no shore; As amount increases, so does shore; Expand, Over land, And shore becomes more and more. As well as flowers.