By Purabi Swain
My tears make you laugh
My screams
keep you in draft
Whether to torture or to play with me
As if I don’t sting like honey bee.
The emotion you call love
I call it obsession
Making me feel
you are the cage and I am the dove.
You said you want to protect me
But your malevolence attitude
And your unsolicited touching
Makes me wonder a demon like you
can give me the hope of flee.
I will shout and howl
Till someone comes and save me
Because the murderous eyes of yours
Give me a feeling to you be a prowl.
Stop your business or intention
you have with me
Because the emotion you call love
I call it obsession.