The man with no face!

The day never died.

My night never woke.

Sleeping together , like us;

For him dusk was the dawn.

My life never ceased,

With the weather or disease.

My night was his day;

He would come,

         come  what may!

A bite on my neck.

A kiss on my lips.

As his hands slip down;

A tear slips down my beliefs.

The man has no name.

No face, to be ashamed.

A thousand different choices I had.

But the door opened this way.

A bastard, my baby boy.

Sleeping under the drugged sky.

Through the moonlight that escaped.

I see the man with no face

                   -feeling  me all over again.

As my baby stirs,

A 500 ruppee note slips under my bed.

And as my girl opens the veil,

I live in dark , all over again.

Tomorrow the face would change,

The same hungry soul with a different name.

And as I feed my girl through my scarred chest, I decide;

Her body would never be for sale!