She was fomenting jealousy, <br />A flicker of love was still alive in her heart. <br />She was looking sharp at what he was fondling, <br />He was served with a delicious meal; <br />The legs of another girl around his. <br />She went with a determined step towards him, <br />Not to reclaim him but to share him, <br />She was making a compromise. <br />Her tired legs. <br />Her dark flesh on a bony structure. <br />She would expose everything. <br />For nothing, <br />But a living. <br />She was such a pretty girl, <br />She was just a mass of flesh. <br />Those tired legs carried her away from her dreams. <br />Her dead soul was just pleasure, <br />She was not allowed to speak to strangers. <br />She was too tired. <br />She needed sleep, <br />And then an incarnation of hers' <br />Another similar girl. <br />Who would send the money she would earn, <br />To feed her two daughters.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-nights-xvi-those-tired-legs/
