The Unsung Whore Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

A creature of vulgarity,
Disturbed my tranquility.
I don't think Oxford,
Cambridge or Langford.
Can define that mixture of,
Filth, unchaste, vile and foul.

I understand such a need,
To introduce a word or phrase on this creed.
It must be the dull nature,
Having no human feature.
She is the type, Say,
If you could smell your own.

For her fame and post,
I propose few names at most.
Say it, A Whore, Slut, unmarried polygamist,
Or an brothel entrepreneur capitalist.
There are many ways for expressing,
As her Sleeping ways are exceeding.

I don't define her birth,
For there was no mirth.
I would not use the words,
To describe or ascribe that whore.
As never wanna make her on notes,
Yet to print her in my notes.

Dedicated to the whore and other four


Dated: 18/03/2017

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar