Mula Veereswara Rao

Whore

Curly hair,
Lipstic lips,
rosy cheeks,
beautiful,
outside every thing beautiful,
nobody ventures to see inside,
bothering about her is rare!
they labled her 'Whore'
She was suppressed
since her virginity blossomed
In the flesh trade
bodies are displayed
to lustful customers !

Customer came
Doors closed
Inhaled the artficial scent
Sharing bed with him
like sleeping with serpent
pounced suddenly
on her
never touched the
scars on her soul!

Night passes..
but not created memories
glass-eyes can not paint vibrant pictures

same story
A dreary tale of woe!
Again Dawn
petals fallen!

Again dusk
brisk demand for
amended beauties!

Lights glow
Searching customers continues..
Tears sinks in stitched blanket!
Life fades
Again Dawn!
Life is always in chains!
No friction
No reaction
No emotion
Whore
becomes
unending
mourning pawn.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2009

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