You Are So Sexy Sahib Poem by Aftab Alam

She lived there, in a thatched house,
With a son and a daughter,
Her job is –maid servant,
She is working..
For the children’s future,
Both are adult,
Their job is to search the job…


Long back her husband died of consumption,
She accepted the widowhood,
For sher knows-Re-Marriage, means annihilation,
She maintained her chastity,
Against the desire of the flesh,


One day she was caught sharing bed,
And Jatru the master called me,
On the same secluded room,
Where event took place,

See Sahib, I did nodo any wrong,
Don’t spoil my name,
He, the man is Eunuch,
He has his fire within and
I have my own furnace,
I too have desire,
Hugging, Kissing and killing the desire
Is it a crime? —I am not Lewd or wanton or whore
Body demands body to keep warm
Loving and sharing quenching the fire,
Is there any harm?
I need a man to be loved,
I never thought-killed the desire,

Eunuch interrupted in between,
We are both the victim of Lord,
Can’t we share our love and sorrow?

Tears came out to see the events,
Jatru sat weeping and repenting,

Jatru what you had seen,
Was your perception?
What I knew; grasped,
A consideration..

They are like brother and sister,
Sharing the tears, without fear


On the ground of one’s perception,
Truth can’t be conceptualized for the publication,

What we are seeing might not be true,
Mind it—We are seeing through one's own eyes,
With the help of your thought..
Body needs a body to be warm,
I don’t think any harm..

When every thing was over—
She said with smile-
You are so Sexy Sahib
I mean— thought Sahib



Sahib—Master