She Was Called... Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

She was called...
The young impatient man would pierce
the golden floating clouds of materialism
with the help of his wild yet protected maleness.
He could easily recognize her-
a childhood friend, classmate
but now turned to be a sophisticated entertainer,
why!
'To save my family...
after I lost my job, I cannot but join this racket',
the answer came in a voice
as grave as a graveyard.
Male's hunger tames womanhood
but woman's hunger becomes slave of utter manhood
because the former is the outcome of passion
and the latter is the need of belly.