U look mine that way
tearing the strap of your slipper
on the bridge yesterday evening
U look mine
when you kicked at me
in front of the embassy
where i sold myself like the rest
to be on a plane
to break the chain
U look mine that way
when you left me
when you walked away
like an alcoholic husband
who left his wife crying helplessly
so you wife me
so i pluck my hair
seeing you fading
among the foreign bodies
U look mine that way
when you play with me
walking slowly behind me
to prove i am not concerned
about you
U look mine that way
when you say stop playing music
when you cry for small things
when you left me alone stranded
in the middle of nowhere
with twenty rupees in my pocket
U look mine in every way
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