Under The Galvanized Sheets

Under a thatched and patched galvanized sheets shed

Slept soft hard sex, even cooked and incense gods met,

For the door, a thick mattress hung in slipshod with lock show

Two boxes shadow of home the contractor cages cold bestow:

Shabby clothes, shabby tiny see-through toilets tightly made

Like dogs of streets on roads lived and on roads faces laid:

One sleeping space and the same place for copulation selected

The same place used for changing dress, crying children rejected;

The bathing places with water tap large stone grey slabs

With all sex parts just displayed as if it wasn’t shamed saps;

Coming in herds from Patna or Cuttack so several of work starved

For just five hundred a day they worked like donkeys badly marred:

Eating, sleeping, copulating, fighting, slapping, changing all just in there

These here were also human beings but living as donkeys braying anywhere;

They had just one kerosene lamp slowly shivering shadows of a light central core

Reading an old piece of paper from a pack of sugar tea-leaves red peppers store:

Sleeping with the close company of ants and mosquitoes at all the time rushing buzzing

Flies too in close company cluster inharmonious musical rocking musical tones singing:

Perchance if the ragtag fag gets loose and strong winds to raft asunder dogs pots licking

Enter stealthily slowly steadily for any left loaves or meat bits bones there for quickly grabbing;

These are the usual ways a dog, a cat, or hungry starved loafer inside always in danger of entering

There’s one thing I can certainly ascertain cocksure bet that here anything can unexpectedly happen

Some other bold kith or kin may enter and in the dead dark open his wife’s petticoat and sex long done:

Believes mistaken knowingly or deliberately permits the other all fully enjoying so pleasing is a new cone

Such sort of heinous deeds would always any days it became also a gambling drinking zone:

Even when the men and women go away at the sight of huge many storey building for work of construction

The women left in the shed find extra income by having any stray men in sex money extraction:

Just to buy a sari, bangles, lipstick, imitation jewelry or chicken and fish or some toasted bread:

Human beings, in general, are quite prone to become slaves of sensuality that can easily be procured

For twenty minutes kisses hugging and holding so easy getting handsome returns just the pen churned:

Hardly there is something so easy to anyone giving what the hell we are possibly going to be losing

Regular clients come with chocolate box or inner clothing or sweets so much just for free but more hugging

Some time more spent with those who are rich and give a lot but also the return has got to be a big lot:

Fights vulgar too much with abuses full and wrangles a sort of every day every time just suddenly happening

At times it’s for taking baths or filling water tanks or someone stealing someone’s pot, pan, or sugar

On another day, another week, or another month somebody’s wife or sister or daughter is found kidnapped

The murder of some culprit man or woman is found on heavy high hilly rocks and rubbles found packed in gunny sacks:

Such is the life of working laborers who come in search of jobs from various corners of this our country

Any sort of imagination cannot be conceived howsoever fast and logical critical analytical is this unending mystery:

Around money belly tongue taste Touch, taste, the hunger of bread and sex are all sorts of net complications

These stories happened yesterday, today, and for many tomorrows to come for timeless generations.