when i was a baby
i sucked my mother's breast.
slowly i sucked her life out
and she is sitting watching me
scolding her
all withered and wrinkled
like a fallen leaf
when death takes its toll
i fake my tears
i write poems after poems
Using words like freedom,liberty
i even claimed we need a condom
to fuck these corrupt society
I am an opportunist
who sees everything as my own poems
Sometimes i write poem like
"My love, you left your sweet smile
under my pillow
I have washed your panty
with my warm tears"
Even her unwashed undergarment
is an ingredient to my poems
So i am an opportunist in a way
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