Trafficked Poem by Pritam Bhowmick

A sheet of white,
When those eyes saw light,
Lots to be written on it;
Dreams in plenty lay nascent in her sight,
While a nightmare upon her
Life did spit!

A pack of wolves lurked nearby,
Searching for an innocent prey,
Without means but desiring the sky,
Someone whom poverty did dismay.

False hopes formed the candle light
To guide her towards doom,
Least aware was she of her plight,
For the cunning beasts didn't give her room.

The boundaries changed and she changed hands,
Perhaps the sky moved far and far,
While overtime worked her tear glands,
On her soul each ‘hand' marked a fresh scar.

The feel of paper of a different kind
Was reason enough for her to be tricked,
The white sheet now has scratches unkind,
Does anyone care for the girl 'trafficked'?