THE END.. (Nazmaa)

THE END..
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I am weary of
Your puerile deeds
And self-loathing feels,
While flux is my essence
Static is your sting,
Easily you can tease me
Enrage me
But
Neither your rage
Nor your bragging 
Can unnerve me,
I have sniffed the
Odor of putrefaction
Around the
Carcass of our relationship,
The ghost of which is
Hovering and hovering,
Let us bury this
With all the rituals,
Vitiated relations
Do not come to an END
Until 
The END comes to them,
My simple words 
Seem pedantic to yo,
My tender gestures
Seem unauthentic to you,
Your overly aggression is
Branded masculinity by
Idiots and lunatics
Who, including you,
Nurture gender bias
And show symptoms of
Deep rooted stupidity,
Don't teeter at edge,
Don't preach 
Rotten conventionality 
From the book 
Repeating one sided dictum of 
The autocracy named society,
Run by the male folk since ages,
I will not leave my fate 
In the hands of priests and astrologers,
I will make my own life
I will create my own space,
And with triumph
I will bring the long awaited END to
This suffocation
Which boosts your EGO
And snatches my SELF from me....