Men Like Dolls. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Work is crucial for living,
as work brings the shilling,
working beyond the normal hours,
toiling during uninformed holy hours,
pawn the conscience in angelic eyes,
freshly made up matrons on the streets,
bankrupted their chastity,
overspent and gone beyond the limitations,
invisible visitors in between temptation,
experience is good and witness none,
God made this body to have fun,
promises are meant to be broken,
Why do make the hearts shaken?

advised not to bring the remnants,
in the forms of body odor,
different cheap perfume,
the dyed and permed strand,
sometimes long and
sometimes short,
colored evidences,
that are shaped as lips,
the new found affection,
due to fear and guilt,
carry the gift,
to compromise the mistake,
hundreds of other clues,
that have been seen.

Having listened,
to all these complaints,
and never ending nagging,
sent the clothes,
to wash and press,
had perfect body massage,
to erase all evidences,
come back home,
as fresh as never.

Doubts not cleared,
how could a stingy person,
spend two euro,
to wash an underwear?