TD. Kumar


Sour And Sore Tale Of A Top Whore - Poem by TD. Kumar

Sour story of a whore
Having climb to the power hilltop yet wounded and sore
Like nana of zola, christine keeler and our own 'Amrapali'
To every age and every country, there are many more.

Surviving female infanticide and so called accidental burning
if pretty and poor, their mind is full of toxic yearning
winning men of power using the 'sword' of their sexy body
'use men with my own body as a stepping stone', this becomes their life's only meaning

Devdaasi, costly call girl or exposing as item girl
in a movie, private joint or a hotel
as a 'dirty girl like the slimy silk'
soon realized that they are use and throw items or a sour milk

we empathise and sympathise, seeing such a story
countless lives shattered killed and gory
but compassionate and committed action is rare
I close the poem as ink is turning blood red and scary


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012



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