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