Imo Poem by MAHBUBA SHAMA

This is the platform of sleepless nights
As owls spread their big wings
the dark dearth desire drowns deep
I use men for my material gains in nocturnality

Parents cannot give me wealth
Husband has died long back
I serve as a house help
but what about my fleshy cravings
thanks to Imo who fulfills

loads of men to choose from
all spicy hot burning for me
my flesh also cries deep down
as i share my nudity

at 40 i am all alone
imo thanks for being with me
men at the same age can get a partner
but for me no one no one no one