"She"

She had her eyes on the star,

while feet on the ground 

She had perfect wings to fly

but the chains of prostitution kept her bound.

 

The attempts she made to run from the hell

brought her nothing but scars,

Every night a new man came

to push her deep behind the bars.

 

She was paid enough for each night

but money was in nowhere comparison to the pain she felt,

Begging for mercy had become her quotidian

but the lustful men weren't ready to melt

 

One day she waved goodbye to hope

However, the telegram of her pleading had reached the god.

The question still craves in her mind that how police

got there & let her go with a simple nod

 

Though the struggle wasn't over yet

'Will the society accept her?'

was the only thing about which she could fret.

 

It didn't take much time for the society 

to remove the cream from her bread

as the rumors got thicker instead of thinner as they spread.

 

Her soul then wondered 

staring at her own body hanging from a fan

"Was it her fault that she was forced to sell her body

to a moral and character sold man?"