She whispers in the loudest of words,
She is a regular pilgrim of both the worlds
She travels the body, soul and mind
she found out all and sundary .
But no one could her find!
He takes her hand
As if to hold it till the end of time
And through her eyes
Looks straight into her heart,
Only to drape her soul with mud and slime
She has been with them all
The dark and the fair, the squeezed one and the tall
Yet no one could give her salvation
All she received was ruthless damnation
You will find her at the corner of the street,
She is the carcass on which the vultures feed
No eyes to admire her neatly done ponytail,
Only to be grabbed by the male without any fail!
She learns to...