The Flower Girl Poem by Subrata Ray

The Flower Girl



The Flower Girl.

The daily rose fades not,
She repairs, and stands,
For hers is no-man; s land.

She is conscious of her fate,
Yet she keeps open her gate,
An ad on the street she is!

The hungry masquerades tease,
The pimps eye their fingers,
Ah! the flower girl receives disease!

Saturday, July 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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