You Should not Get Angry with Me
i see you in a bottle of beer
looking sharply at me
as if trying to know a top secret, which i never revealed
as if i never loved you, but pretended
you ask me to tell you every little thing
except the way i had sex with my ex-girlfriend
you're not liberal enough to listen to that damn thing
listing, thinking, re-imagining and.....nothing!
baby, even the government doesn't reveal everything
when they have many to say....they say "nothing"..
then why should i? tell me.
i drink and drink and get drunk
to seriously think of you and me
i mean, us;
not even the bloody families
shall i compare thee to a summer day?
i quote Shakespeare for the first time in ma life
but, then, i re-think:
why should i compare thee to a summer day
in this rainy season where
we have to do so many crazy things,
like sharing hot kisses here and there
when the whole discourse is critical of my subalternity
i totally lost my masturbatory fantasy
on the day praba was killed in the name of peace
that dream was never realized in this fantastic-reality
on the same day, my ex officially declared the full-stop of....
since then i'm in search of my eelam even when i touch your hands.
what if i was a bottle of cool water in your hands?
will you hold it closer to your chest,
i mean t-shirt?
(c) subaltern
Topic: You Should not Get Angry with Me
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