Poetry at Sangam



Feeding Ego by Sonnet Mondal

I ain’t gonna share you
with those yellow lights

ogling through the panes
at your cleavage.

Still, I fail to utter
just look at me

My ego presses hard

  like a river
  refusing to compromise its flow
  in monsoon

  like a pond
  never begging for waters
  in death-dealing summers.

My lips shiver
like the voiceless banks.