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.