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Saturday 23 September 2017

Strangers Whom We Know...But Their Stories We dont

For them…
Their day starts from dusk to dawn.
They always wonder…
Is this the only reason for them to be born?

They stay so very close to us,
But are yet so far…
They are very similar to us,
But are yet so very different.

Everyday…
They come out on to the roads,
With makeup so wild…
Skirts so short…
And boots so black…
Just to be loved after the twilight,
And soon be unloved…
As soon as the sun shines so very bright.


Every day their bodies are scrubbed,
But to make a living…
All those…have to be snubbed.

Every night they wait,
Every day they pray…
If some knight in a shining armor,
Would come and take them away.

The knights come everyday…
Making false promises and giving false hopes,
Putting them in a haze,
Asking the princesses to stay…
In the palace for some more days.

I never knew love could even be sold…
Until I met these women so bold.

There are daughters…
 Playing the roles of sons.
On their shoulders…
Is a responsibility of tons.

There are mothers…
 Hoping if she could save up some cents.
Trying to give her child,
 All the small happiness.

They are strangers, whom we all know…
But act and claim as unknown.
To help them we can’t go an extra mile…
But all that we can do is give a wide smile.