There she is,
A dark silhouette under the lamp light.
A nameless face amidst the crowd.
The men flock,
Searching for their taste of heaven.
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.
And you will see her there yet again.
For her it’s just work, the flesh trade!
Photo by Sean Witzke on Unsplash
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True reality. Very poignant 💚
Thank you Gowri
So poignant, Sheetal. 😞💚💚💚
Thanks dear Moonmoon
Thank you Ketki
Harsh reality, well penned Sheetal
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