This poem depicts the life of a girl who is pushed into the sex trade and how it slowly changes everything around her...including her pride.
Standing amidst a crowd alone,
looking for answers, queries unknown
a pat on the back or a smiling nod,
but all u get is unfriendly air,
lewd glances, and filthy stare.
Steps taught, are so common,
you move in a rhythm known,
names changed under a common abode,
a fair price, and you are sold.
The sleepless nights when you are made to sleep,
with strangers in the dark, sharing intimacy,
curtains unfolded, blinded the faith,
shattered inside, no more do you pray.
Heart unfathomed, and feelings unheard,
beauty untouched on a body so bare,
untold dreams are muffled inside,
as deafening shrieks of silence you hear.
In ales you bathe and flowing lucre,
stifled cries now turned to laughter,
spitting, cursing, enraged on love,
calling names, you win hearts one after the other.
Wearing a mask, you forget the pain
quenching the 'thirst' against the rain,
shining amulets lost their value,
as in a Masquerade you dance again..
3 comments:
So you did it again.
Life of a sex worker a bold topic you have chosen,
With such subtlety you draw the comparison,
her heaven was hell, and now her hell is heaven
Understanding one's life and resembling it through words cannot be an easy job to do. Ones life as what depicted here is an example of the heart with feelings. A heart which sits around a closed room trying to find the feelings connected to the objects around and changes his own identity. You have always been amazing. Gud work.
I kind of stumbled upon this blog.. But I must say, the topics and the words chosen for this poetry is fabulous.
A very well portrayed agony, pain which eventually settles as compromise.
Thumbs up!!!
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