Kali Baral: Poem ‘Jealousy’
I burned to ashes
by jealousy—
While you play
your love games
with another woman.
I can still feel
your physique,
your body’s scent,
your warmth—
That sacred time
was only ours.
It is easier to die
than to surrender my right.
You memorize countless names,
reciting them by heart—
and my own curse
has slowly killed me.
I don’t exist
anywhere within you.
I am not extraordinary enough
to endure this pain.
I cannot ignore
that ever-familiar femininity—
How insulting—
our blissful union
never reached your heart,
only touched your body.
Her hair, her scent—
no longer weakens you.
You abandoned your own goddess,
yet filled your mind
with hundreds, thousands
of idols.
You write more poetry—
but for whom?
I die every day.
Look—
Blood drips down my face.
What a red, What a red!
dark as a wedding saree.
Kali Baral
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