Hunger Vs Lust

What lies between the legs
is plastic
it sells

the pangs of hunger

take a left from the centre
periphery residence
the red light districts

lonely sojourners
a midnight menagerie
serving strange men
their wants, more skin
ardent desires
in secret pockets
are consumed,
with paper
in this bed
made for two
every touch, a tattoo
marking
the marginalized flesh
the red bindi
on her forehead

is traffic
a stigma, a call
many a men, same menace
many hungry mouths, suppressed
when daily bread

is earned
in darkened rooms
making merry, making ruse
body on body
nights after nights
unheard plights
of bare living

in places

undignified, unwanted

by keepers of morality

the state, a hierarchy

hinged paupers

trapped or thrown

in this market of unprotected love

disgust is shown

for the witches

making good men roam

their streets to buy fun

but they say

work is religion

and in these, unholy sites

prayer is submission

because

hunger is the lust