It Was Lust, Not My Love Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

It Was Lust, Not My Love



once I saw a girl
beneath the shadow of Banyan tree, Ramna Park;
I fell in love with her;
I couldn't tolerate her out of my sight

once I felt
I sucked her,
drank her blooming honey
and I biologically gratified myself;

once I gave her freedom to her abysmal gloomy path

Now I understand; it was lust, not my love

Monday, June 17, 2019
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