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
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2019
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