I ain’t gonna share you
with those yellow lights
ogling through the panes
at your cleavage.
Still, I fail to utter
just look at me
My ego presses hard
like a river
refusing to compromise its flow
in monsoon
like a pond
never begging for waters
in death-dealing summers.
My lips shiver
like the voiceless banks.
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