Priyendra

Placing my life on a bet
I lay on a motel bed
With heart pounding 
And long loud emotional howling 
That screams at the ****** inside me.
All throughout the act 
I remain ‘inert’
While that pervert!
Gags and squirt.

Forcibly moaning
So as to earn a loaf of bread 
for a family whose chieftain is dead.
This is the reason why I lay on bed.

Despite all this they make me culpable 
Knowing very well with this I am feeding incapable.
If this is the law then answer me whether in true sense it is justifiable?

My only cry is my body has been taken for far too long 
Does anybody want to take my heart along?