She is a mother,
She has loves,
She has dreams,
She is creative,
She is beautiful,
But above all to us,
She is a prostitute.
You hate her,
You scold her,
You leave her,
In the dark world,
You say her worse life,
To your all now,
She is a prostitute.
Can you answer me,
Why such identity of her?
Why she is so hated?
Who made her so?
The god or you?
Isn't it your nasty lust?
Isn't it your ugly greed?
Isn't it You man,
Who left her helpless?
Isn't it you man,
Who thrown her in darkness?
Isn't it you man,
Who pulled her to hell?
Isn't it you man,
For whom she is a prostitute?
Hey god, I confess,
On behalf of these cowards,
I confess my sin to make her so.
Judge yourself man,
Who suits in that burning hell?
Isn't that me, you, us, the lusty man?
Or that lady, who was born innocent?
But now to all of these society,
She is a prostitute.....
A true narration about the oldest prostitution. Deserves 10.......
There are complains of repeat of lines in this poem, But I Believe, It is for the demand of the poem, to make out the point easier to all that the poem states......Thanks all well wishers and friends for their comments.
Repeat is good...remember a street walker a gift from our creator...she is a woman...who can give life...her life was turn away by some misfortune... Maybe that is a eye opener...not an eye sore...we who are more fortunate...must see the good in all that we meet...you have stated that..I hear you.
Your poem certainly touches on the deep dark truth of the life of a prostitute. (And I like the repetition, gives extra emphasis)
yo good stuff. i know cause i see this all the time. sad but true
the ulgy truth of the matter is that the same people who look down on her the most are her biggest customers, it is an evil, corupt, and hypocritical world we live in.. This is an amazing poem with deep emotion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a real view of something true good write