Sheetal Ashpalia
There she is,
A dark silhouette under the lamp light.
Each night,
A nameless face amidst the crowd.
The men flock,
Searching for their taste of heaven.
Hushed whispers,
A few glances thrown in surreptitiously.
Rustle of clothes,
It’s the backseat or the alley each time.
The men walk on,
Without a look or a backward glance.
While she is left,
Picking up money tossed, tears disguised.
Come nightfall,
And you will see her there yet again.
For her it’s just work, the flesh trade!
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Photo by Sean Witzke on Unsplash
True reality. Very poignant 💚
Thank you Gowri
So poignant, Sheetal. 😞💚💚💚
Thanks dear Moonmoon
Superb superb
Superb poem.
Thank you Ketki
Harsh reality, well penned Sheetal
Thanks Natasha
Superb poem.. Poignant 💚💚
Thanks a lot Kirti
very thoughtful poem Sheetal
Thank you my dear
Very impactful.. Beautifully written.
Thanks a lot Sai
Deeply poignant and painful..
Thank you Jaya Ma’am