you intrude into my identity
through the tiny wound of my gender
and sow the seed of your ego
in the womb of my melancholy
let me tell you, husband
there's this world you have never seen
a world not stained by your primitive lunacy
a world where i am a beast
dashing wildly over dead yesterdays
free and unleashed-
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Comments about this poem (Mestengo* by asha odathekal )
- ANGER, ging taping
- Draw me in your heart, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- The thirst is a thorn., Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Simple toys, hasmukh amathalal
- Acquaintance across the gender, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Begining of my love, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- What is all truth, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
- Let all people, hasmukh amathalal
- To be successful…, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- This parts all without you, Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
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