Monsoonal Poetry

gender

 

my body is the nature
his mind is the culture
bleed, breed and feed
that's what I'm for
an emotional cripple
where he always reasons
the subject him
myself, his one of the objects
the home is yours love
he said while leaving for another dove.

charu
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