Out of pity you swallowed me like a huge hungry python
of wild Chandaka, without qualms, a heartless predator you were,
I was a bunch of darkness under claws of your light playing on;
You hung from my cold rubber-like teats for sheer fun,
gnawed at my bones like a white tiger, tore the secret chamber
of my flesh, with the shards of your angry lust, turned on;
this frail vessel you emptied time and again to fill it with pittance
and left me dry like the vast corn fields of my land sans water
when in Winter, I'm burning like a Summer Sun, in nearest distance!
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