Dreams turned to nothing and desires burnt out,
My heart stabbed, bleeding but am unable to shout.
My tears falling endlessly and all around is dark,
Why does my body look beaten with marks?
I knew life would be this and I'll face such a day!
Why did I ever become a prostitute, a lay!
Pleasure for all but nothing for me,
Everyone walks off, with no one to turn back and see.
What I undergo after people leave,
I just cry in self pity and grieve..
For my plundered modesty every now and then
I have lost count, where and when. . .
It feels terrible to be considered with no character!
I am so because money is a factor.
Even I dreamt of a life with happiness and respect!
Compromise is the only thing I can expect. . ..
I hope next life will be a better one.
Archana Bora
Copyright ©2005 Archana Bora
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Nice!
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