Saga Of Old Prostitute Poem by Abiee Josy

At the age of five my only father died
at the age of ten I got raped
this not a ease to explain how
in a every half decade
I faced walls in barren field
I got cursed being beautiful
beauty doesn't signifies a
beautiful wife to be of someone
a beautiful house and a
caressing husband were
not ment for me indeed

At the age of fifteen
I drifted from the mountains
to the city of trains
the trusted man I had
sold me in this plain.
sold to this city of people;
into this no heart man's land
at the age of 20 I had 2 sons
Who always asked me who
was my husband
but I kept numb
and my silence was
obvious

sometime I feel where I am
though I m standing on my
feet erect

Now when I m dusk of falling sun
who ll look after me? I wonder
nothing to gain and loose
my stupidity! who ll look after this old prostitute