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 shed the slough and grows,
With every precise movement back and forth
Years of fake orgasmic expertise,
She excelled in the art of making love
but forgot what is true or divine
sometimes the common cold blooded professional
at times the teenage student’s virgin sahib
she inspired in him the touch of desire
she bears the pain to satiate his fire
the bewitching woman,
she walks the streets alone
she boldly faces when they call her names
or give her looks forlorn
what brought her here
was probably a series of heartbreaks,
a callous father or an ailing mother
pining for money she could take no longer
she saved the sacred kiss
for the man of her life
in the crowd of busy customers
her eyes seek him who will make her his wife
she is a woman too
impatient ,insecure and fragile
she is the mechanized love in the mechanized world
her perfect pretence is her style!
People sell their soul for money
She at least sold her skin
Some did it for money , some for love
Tell me of a being once in a lifetime who has not been a whore!