Woman On Pavement
Woman On Pavement
She lies there on the pavement,
Feeding her child, at her side sits another
Begging for alms next to her sleep
Her husband in a full drunken stupor.
Some pass by, throwing coins at the child,
Some pass by, looking the other way,
Some stare at her exposed breast.
To them, it is not a mother feeding her child;
But a scene for their wet dreams.
The woman stares back, but too tired;
to cover her self with her torn saree.
He walks on, assured of today's wet dream;
Sex has no form in the mind of a pervert,
A breast becomes one and the same,
Whether it is his mother's, his daughters,
His sisters, grandmothers, wives, lovers.
Or a beggars' it make no difference.
It is one, and the same,in his sick mind.