Curse The Slavery Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Curse the slavery

It forces me to speak
In favor and be frank
Enough to hear her story
In fact sordid and in state of sorry

Many girls are lifted
And forcibly shifted
In flash trade
Their life is faded

Real asset from native place
They are special race
Known for forest love
And simply made habitat to live

How can this are tolerated
When girls are lifted
Or lured for to please others
With body's offer

I fear for their safety
And health regularly
They are living like slaves
And never dare