Bombay, they say are proud of it
It is the capital of advanced state
It is a place, where foreigners visit
It is a place where business takes up.
It is a place of trade & commerce
It is a centre of culture & education
It is also a place know you for what?
Oh Shameful! for the trade of human flesh
Women are sold and purchased in Bombay
Women are nuded in open day light
Women are wantonly wicketed for sex
They are fielded for balling the male sex
Where is the honour for women in Bombay?
Where is the saneness of man in night?
The Red Light Street sees the read breasts
of women oozing the shame of man in night.
Like cattles sold in market,
These wretched women are sold for money
Pimps and agents to join the flesh
They eat the filth that both have left.
This is the night in Bombay
You have not seen? See it and feel sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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