A Poor Man's Love

Don’t make noise, The poor man is making love; To his beautiful but hungry wife, As Moon is spreading light above; Don’t utter a word, For the poor man looks tired; He works hard day and night For a pittance, he is being hired; Don’t grin at him, For game of love he can’t play; How can one, who does not Get a square meal in any single day? You sound cruel, To say, his wife lies still like a log; Her veins tear in to shreds As she turns her body on the rug; Please, don’t laugh at him, Someday, it may be your turn; When there will be hunger in you, Making love would not be fun.