Jealosy Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

I wanted to be the pure one
with a mind sans any stain
or a wrinkle.
Then, one day,
beneath the peel
of the mind,
under the layers
of the soul It rises!
It rouses its tentacles,
all consuming, fretting and fuming,
sometimes a fiery volcano,
sometimes an acid rain,
stinging at times and hissing at the other.
It has frightening molten lava eyes,
pale ugly grinding teeth,
pupils narrowed, head hammering,
nostrils burning, mouth clenching,
JEALOUSY!
you entered Into my life and
earlier, I was the wealthiest of all
but now a reduced beggar.