THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
I am a Prostitute I am a prostitute, yes, I am, ‘Cause it is you, you, and you who made. Out of your lust, you made me to believe, So did I, and gave you my all. But, in the nick of time you went away, And you and you too, leaving me incomplete. Whom shall I believe? What should I do? No choice in hand than to sell my flesh and live, ‘Cause my parents left me and my society too, Not that I am bad but, because of you, you and you, And gave my name, a prostitute, so proudly. I do it, not out of choice but for my livelihood, ‘Cause you made me an object of rejection, Which can be used for a while and then not. I am bartered and tortured so mercilessly, And become valueless when with them, And I behave at their will ‘cause I am paid for it.
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