White Nights Xvi Those Tired Legs Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

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