Under the cover of the drowsy night,
I see a very painful sight,
On the outskirts of the city,
A crime is born out of pity,
The crime is henious in nature,
Modesty experiences a fracture,
Who are these awesome faces,
I saw on them no traces,
No traces of shame and modesty,
Humanity seems to be void of honesty,
They are waiting for the customers,
They can be both old and new comers,
No job for them is a better substitute,
For each one of them is a prostitute.
There are many reasons for the oldest profession of the world to keep booming throughout time! It is sad situation but we can't do much just pray for those forced or not to engage in it! A well crafted write my friend! Thanks for sharing and Love and Peace for always!
A radical thought , painful when night is awaited to chase the customer. Let God shower his grace to take out humanity from henious acts of existence.
Humanity seems to be void of honesty, this one line, Mohd. says a whole page as usual you capture truth in humanity
This is very true. The description is very tangible though brief. It's as if you have managed to delve deep into their mentality and insides where morals, mildness and virtues no longer exist.. Great piece :)
A Greatly Depicted Story With The Such Words That I Give This A Ten
A world-wide phenomenon is prostitution. Suposedly the first profession. A beautiful depiction, great use of words. I wish i could write like this. now i have to up my aspirations. thank you for sharing this poem with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prostitution at large and our morality was challenged either to hate them or try to save them. Social critique in style of its own. well done.