Originally posted by Water.
My comment:
Story of a girl, a woman, a sister, a mother, a wife
Life knocks on your doorstep one day with
Desperation, Helplessness, Obligation, Complusion, Vulnerability
A question arises in your mind, your heart and your soul
What can you do?
To survive the warth of this cruel world
Whom can you save from the misery called life
What do you do when your child cries for milk
How long can you survive without a drop of water
A story emerges
Some people call it S** trade, some call it prostitution
Some give heart-wreching names to them
But what can you do?
The bottom line is that you need to survive
And Desperation, Helplessness, Obligation, Compulsion and Vulnerability
Leaves you with no option
Other than the Poem written below.
The day has ended and the moon is in up-rise,
And the stars shine in the seamless black night,
The light goes down as a smoky aura engulfs,
The starry night is not silent anymore,
As the creatures of dark are on the roar.
The voracious souls now slowly ooze,
Where liquor is dew and vile is not anew,
Girls are slaughtered and fear is in sight,
As innocence is tarnished and lust is in the air,
And green notes no longer curb despair.
The fiesta is now livid and live,
Pleas and cries are spread wide,
As the poor souls are openly advertised,
The wails and howls are now suppressed,
And the night goes cold and wild.
Is life fair?
Only life can answer that question. The wisdom of answering this question comes the way you look at your own life. No one wants to sell themselves, No one. People are either forced into this industry or have no other choice, than this choice.
Rachana