Sad Song Of A Budding Beauty. Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra
Sad Song Of A Budding Beauty.
SAD SONG OF A BUDDING BEAUTY.
In the innocence of a girl hidden a graceful woman
Whose womb in future shapes a man.
How strange is this weary world!
She is never considered for a reward.
Life of little angels grow so pathetic!
Force the unkind hearts, so barbaric!
Pleasure muses to see them dancing undressed
Brothel to brothel her story never ends.
Our society turns a blind eye
Virgin prostitutes suffer to die
Who would dare to give them justice?
Who will stop such inhuman practice?
Oh Angel!
Through you, the bonds are ever new
Though neglected still honour few
How can we call you are low!
One day before you, world will bow.
Rajashree Mohapatra©
Bhubaneswar India.
This poem tries to raise voice against the exploitation of young girls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Our society turns a blind eye Virgin prostitutes suffer to die Who would dare to give them justice? Who will stop such inhuman practice? innocnce and angelic beauty, virginity and the reality of life where scoundrels steal away the innocence and leave...... thank you for this fine poem and the thoughts. tony