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The Witness
The Witness
The sun is setting
And it's time for my dressing
Like a "new bride"
With petals at side.
She will come with a man
And lie above me
But, I will be watching
Her destruction helplessly.
When she first lied
She was just a child
The man above her
Did all he liked
Like a monster
With all his might.
She cried and cried and cried
Nobody was at sight.
She bled throughout
Colouring me in red.
After that day,
When men came to her
She never shed a drop.
They did whatever
they liked
And I watched it like a "shameless"
Every night.
But, what can I do?
I am "lifeless".
And those who have life
They behave like "ruthless"!
The owner of the brothel
Who too is a woman
Cannot feel her pain
"Shame"!
Money only matters to her.
I am ready now
The fragrance of rose oozing out of me.
She is dressed too.
Her cold eyes staring at me,
Hating me with every inch of her body.
Once again I am going to be
The "witness of her destruction" tonight.
