Woe Of a Whore

Society calls them names,

They say I don't have any shame.

You don't know how it feels,

When your beloved flees.

You are left with no option,

And your body is left for multiple auctions.

The only thing comes to your mind,

For a single penny, you struggle and strive.

She also wanted to study,

But had no one support her sturdy.

Being a victim of human trafficking,

She accepted her fate and vicious destiny.

The pain is huge beyond one's ingenuity,

Being licked and caressed forcefully, and left with no possibility.

The morning she is left with a lot of scars,

She has to hide it under makeup all the marks.

She gets ready by the evening,

To woo customers,

No, she is not pleased, the feeling is not merrier.

This is her profession, there are rules and regulations,

She has to get gelled up, and face confrontation.

Next time, you point her, keep this in mind,

She does it only for few coins,

She doesn't feel delighted embracing men's,

And pleased by them fiddling her veneer.

Be careful while passing any judgment,

Rather hear their cry and predicament.

Respect their character a message to all women,

They are girls like us, engulfed by the societal omen.