You hide your face in shame
But I can see your private parts
Have you no shame
To expose yourself, shamelessly, thus?
Tell me what does it feel
To be watched while you strain
Is that why you hide your head in shame;
Has shameless you, no shame left?
I know it’s hard, you need your money
But couldn’t you put the money
You spend on spirits and tobacco
To use that facility on every street?
Is it the open communion you seek?
Or the pleasure of shocking
Young children, pubescent girls
Your revenge, your wretchedness.
If it’s laziness, unforgivable indolence
That you fail to use the public facility
Pay Rupee one, wash with dignity,
Then hide your face, wretch, and die in shame.