Saturday, October 19, 2013
Bit by Bit
I stand tonight
like every other night
wearing the brightest of my clothes
pulling down my blouse
showing a bit extra
He touches me, and I squirm
He smiles, comes closer
reeking of cheap alcohol
but.. It was I who called him
I smile, brighter than my dress
I lure , I talk
inside I scream
I hope and pray that he does not stop
But sometimes I pray that he does
and He goes back happy and staisfied
So that he pays me well
Atleast I can buy more than just food
I wish I earned enough to buy more
I wish I could buy happiness
I wish I could buy peace and respect ...and maybe dignity
I stand tonight
like every other night
getting judged, gawked upon, stared at
by the "good people"
This is my work .. I tell them
Atleast I don't beg and cheat, I tell them
Atleast I don't kill,
Though my soul dies ..
bit by bit ...Everyday
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4 comments:
Where did this come from ??? Good one dude
There is a sort of brothel near my office ....Thank You :)
Beautiful poem - a little cliched, but still a wonderful read.
Thank You Abhra. Welcome to the blog. Maybe I will take care about the cliched part in my next post. Thank you for pointing that out.
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