Sick Lady Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She was not sick lady
But for sex was always ready
Scores of people may visit her daily
Does it not look silly or funny?

Yes but it is sad tale
She was not attractive but kind and reasonable
Young or old were no exception
She wanted only physical relation

Not a single man was spared
She was of complex nature and dared
Her husband knew and facilitated
May be he was aware but relented

It is one sort of body hunger
You need it often and can't linger
It was not done for any kind of favor
No one can clam as her lover

I thought it as food supplement
Body needs it with innocent movement
What else can be reason for such behavior?
Well I leave it open to the readers

But it was stark reality
Human weakness was seen with poor quality
No one may appreciate it in open
But go to her in private even

It is like an intense urge
You want it and wait at large
I shall not put it bluntly
But dared to put views recently

Many friends used to narrate
About their relation with her and narrate
Not a single man around was spared
She had put everything at stake and never feared

What may be her feeling?
I don't know but certainly she may be unwilling
On her part she may be helpless
How can she reveal happiness on face?