Prostitutes Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Prostitutes
Prostitutes
Friday,21st June 2019
Not a good word for us
never look at us with trust
always label us as untouchable
but come in the night to enjoy under table
we are not respectable
the society has expelled us
from the good and honorable living
but always find our shelter for relieving their pains
had we not been here
thy might have found worst fears
their daughters and wives might have been exposed to insecurity
and the whole society might have suffered iadultry
we are protectorate of civilized world
bear sufferings untold
but never complain to anyone
and remain unknown
we feel sore
at the name given as whore
we can see the shore
but port is seen nowhere
Hasmukh Mehta
Courtesy: Jenny Liyod
they stabilise a marriage and offsprings's life from those marriages.Good poem
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we feel sore at the name given as we can see the shore but port is seen nowhere Hasmukh Mehta Courtesy: Jenny Liyod Http///ww.poemhunter.com.Hasmukh Amathalal