Jealousy
I can taste the acrid juice
That flush my insides when I muse
On the dainty damsels,Â
Who sway their hipsÂ
And pucker their lips
Whose gorgeous locksÂ
Knot men in flocks Â
I can taste the acrid juice
That flush my insides when I muse
On the men in power
Slithering serpents who make me cower
Their voices strong, their virtues belong
To the market place of idea
Where they strut in regalia
I can taste the acrid juiceÂ
That flush my insides when I muse
On myself and the juice I produceÂ
The acrid juice of jealousy
It pours my mind with anxiety
I feel the voids, the lacks that
Make the cracks of my personality
I decide to take a dip and sip
The intoxicant called happiness
Happy for my present and
Happy incandescent
The acrid juice stings me no more
For I’m happiness galore!
Author : Ms. Parvathi U
