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 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.
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.
Rising tornado with some confessions
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ReplyDeleteBold and deep.. Glad that you choose such sensitive topics for your write ups and pen the issue boldly yet beautifully. Loved it👌
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